Like

Posted: April 20, 2011 in My Poetry
Tags:

A blue glass jar
tipped over
a bee,

something
is buzzing
inside of me.

If
transparent
like glass,
I’d try to see

what thing
inside
wants to be free.

I’m not
like glass.
There is no bee

but some
thing
important
is trapped
with no key.

If I knew
how to do it,
I’d set it free:

that desperate
parasite,
feeding on me.

Advertisements
Comments
  1. Steve says:

    Lovely rhyming Gay !

  2. bex says:

    beautiful, sad imagery. some amount of tension, too, about this feeling of being trapped…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s