Monthly Archives: August 2008

Poetry Blog 3: 8/5/2009

Poetry’s Speakers
Write a short poem, and then write another from a different, perhaps opposing perspective.

The color draws me near
Not the red of the rose
But the yellow at the center
The first of the year.
Around me petals enclose
As I sample the nectar
The food I gather here
Will ease the woes
Of the brood after winter.

The brisk breeze carries a buzz
But I don’t know what it is
A sound I do not know
And then I found out what it was
The buzzing sound was his
I’m unable to speak “no.”
He does what he does
Taking from my anthers
Violated and left fallow.