The Nectar In Caffeine

Precious bee, while
I stifle yawns, you secret
your sting in the morning glory.

For you sunrise is the time
of drinking nectar, buzzing wings,
and the industry of honey.

The only garden I tend
are the flowers on my coffee cup.

It will take a lot more caffeine before I attempt sweet.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 5 NaPoWriMo 2016

Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform

Comments

Jim said…
Love it, Susie. My flower is a Texas Bluebonnet on the side of my coffee cup also. I think I missed putting that on my post. :)
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April 5, 2016 at 11:37 AM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
The only garden I tend
are the flowers on my coffee cup.

Completely and utterly... mesmerized!
April 5, 2016 at 11:51 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Lovely........I read something cool on a greeting card the other day - "Hope is the bee who makes honey when there arent any flowers." Cool, hey?
April 5, 2016 at 12:19 PM
brudberg said…
There is something so perfect in thinking of a garden in the bottom of your cup... like creating poetry more or less.
April 5, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
That's lovely! And may the bees long continue, so that we may have our gardens and our coffee ... and everything else.
April 5, 2016 at 7:31 PM
Anonymous said…
Haha, I love that last line!!!
April 5, 2016 at 7:58 PM
✿ said…
I love the second stanza ... and "secret" as a verb. Beautiful work!
April 5, 2016 at 8:34 PM
Marian said…
So cute! I especially love "secret," which suggests "secrete" but isn't.
More coffee, please!
April 6, 2016 at 10:36 AM
Margaret said…
Second cup, please. You will get there :)
April 6, 2016 at 11:35 AM
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