Poem #6

Write a things-are-not-as-they-seem poem. [Poet's note: this was also a result of an exercise that called for the use of eight specific words as well as a reworking of a proverb.]

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"Catching Fireflies of Memory"

The whir of bees hums over honey jars

while the vinegar washes away

the blackberry stains on the porch.

Listen to the voice in their buzz:

it sounds like your mother singing

a lullaby of clouds licking honey

licking vinegar licking blackberries

Your mother singing through

the eye of a needle, her voice singing

at the edge of a cliff, her singing

a lullaby of clouds honey

vinegar and bees--

Oh, how you miss her.