“I think today, in my wandering musings, I stumbled upon a profound revelation – a delicate realization that unfolds like petals in a garden of words.”
With a measured pace and deliberate emphasis on each word:
“In my ignorance, I committed a deed, an inadvertent transgression within the sanctuary of my thoughts. A garden, my refuge, where I, with a hasty spade, unwittingly pierced the soil of language.”
The poet’s voice takes on a tone of reflection:
“Upon a letter, now damp with my unintentional sin, lay the bee! Oh, in my haste, I became the unwitting executioner. A she, a symbol of delicate existence extinguished within the folds of my impulsive act.”
There’s a pause, a moment of silence echoing the weight of the realization:
“And, in the midst of thunderous regret, I uttered, ‘Oh! I cannot, BEE!’ – a lamentation, an acknowledgment of the irreversible harm inflicted upon the fragile essence of communication.”
The poet concludes with a soft sigh, leaving the audience with a lingering sense of contemplation:
“Words, like bees, hold both sweetness and sting. In my unwitting ignorance, I broke a word, and in its fragments, I find a profound awareness.
“I think today, in my wandering musings, I stumbled upon a profound revelation – a delicate realization that unfolds like petals in a garden of words.”
:: 02.01.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 