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 Of type
we
brought the tulips to bud.
 
Of type
and origin, I
was amusing I suppose now.
 
Little bee, where did
you flutter off to?
Flying off to a thornless flower?
You won’t find pollen there.
 
                               Could you be more obscure
                               and I more abstract? 
                               Little bee, come home to me.
                               Little poison dagger, you wounded me.
                               When I looked at my
                                hands, so bloody from where I reached you my
                                encouragement ran out.
                                Next time, I will be more
                                cautious, aware. In the morning there is a
                                ray of life above me,
                                above me little bee.
                                Certain are you of failure. I am not so sure, I still
                                 know the thing you can’t see in your own face.
                                 Evidently you still have
                                 death on your mind.
                                 Certain you are
                                 of nothing at all,
                                 death was temporary for the Phoenix , we, little bee.
                                  Engulfed by fire and water, can rise again

look extremely closely at all parts of this poem. You may find out a fun fact!
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Submitted by conect11 on 17 May 2007 - 6:45am.

of type

thanks for all of your constructive comments, Joe. I really appreciate them. This poem actually wasn’t religous in nature. If you look closely at it you might find some surprising elements imbedded within. Happy hunting, MW.

Submitted by conect11 on 17 May 2007 - 11:37am.

poem

you’re thinking, which is good. It’s not about the war, or a suicide either. Think of it as more “coded.” The poem itself is very simple, it’s what’s underneath that you’re looking for.

Submitted by conect11 on 17 May 2007 - 11:55am.

closer still, but...

there is a love connotation, but the idea is a bit simpler than that. Think poetry mechanics.

Submitted by conect11 on 17 May 2007 - 12:43pm.

getting colder...

lol, many of my poems are about Christ, he’s worth writing about, but this one is more Earthly. There are two codes I hid in the poem. I’ve been working with “coding” my writing lately. I’d be interested to see if you can spot them.

Submitted by pineappleheart on 5 September 2007 - 11:42pm.

I would, but I hate using the phone

Is there more to it? I’m really taken by your perceptions and how well you express them. Not just in this poem, but in general. I’ve been browsing your work for about an hour, and I find your writing visceral, immediate, and provoking. I love how you contrast natural, mundane, and metaphysical themes. And so eloquently! I am also intrigued by your experimentation – the coding, the video poem, etc. I am impressed, humbled, and jealous of your talent. In that order.

Best of success to you!

Submitted by pineappleheart on 5 September 2007 - 11:51pm.

Ah, I have the whole thing now!

Another code, for discretion’s sake:

BAF/B(DorE)E/EEIF

Very clever!

Nice play on words in the title as well.