Killer Beeaming

Killer Beeaming

The view of my life,

we're I a cheeky little man.

Broke into a million bits;

The malt-o-meal of my existence, wondering.

Colors, like the humming of the bees,
And my bearings loaded with ice cream and jelly;

Pollen flew free and my careful dispensation for effrontery remains.

The leftovers dripping down through the halls of the man
within.

To remember a time, when buzzing through my life, had I never any luck with spinners of yarns, makers of honey or sterling silver spoons.

Reviews

[Blue]

Another entertaining read from you, Raymond. Quality humor. Cleverly written!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Impact of the lines...
as I read this verse...
gives a bit more than meets the eye...
the language and tell all signs...
makes one to ponder between each stanza...
yet you leave us with an ending clause...

[Raymond Federle]

It does seem kind of broken up to me... but I think that's the frame of mind I was in. I re-worded and added to the final line to tie it in a little better...prob what I was thinking anyway at the time but didn't get it down! :) Thanks for the review!

[Miss Marlette]

A great comment on life and self.

To remember a time, when in my life, had I never any luck with spinners of yarns or sterling silver spoons.

Good one Raymond.

[Raymond Federle]

Thank you for your review!!! :)