Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
The Bumble Bee has landed .......
Landed on the flower, heard you whisper this poem, his heart gave up, decided to be silent lest he unwittingly wakes up your blessed love who would rather be awakened by ...
Well, the bumble bee decided enough was enough and left the flower after chewing on the pollen grains and searching for honey, but the love he saw as an image from the words that he heard, made him realise there is something that is sweeter than the honey that he collected...
Though saddened at his discovery that what he had collected was not the sweetest thing, but then he had just discovered love, he flew to his love and there was a garden in full bloom....
Liz, this is beautiful poetry from you as always, but this one is one of the very special ones , and a brilliant gift to me after coming back from the heavenly sea side of Venice... Thanks for giving me the courage to catch up on my work and the pleasure of continuing with the discovery of more poems posted in the last few days...
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall