The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 8/6/07

[BlueIris]

"The Dancing of the Bees, The Progress of Multiple Sclerosis"

By their wraggle dance,
fluid loops and whorls
they make in air

they tell the others
of the sweet riot of light
blooming just beyond

their lives, and map
their way. Hours
he's envied their flight

as his hand has labored
its meaty weight
across the radiance of page.

—David Citino

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[ThomCat]

2. Kick!

I'm starting to know how he feels. The tremors in my hands are making it difficult to hold a book. x(

The world seems different and far away when you're locked inside a body that is breaking down.

[BlueIris]

3. Hey, you made it.

Thanks for reading.

[ThomCat]

4. I'm lurking today.

Today hurts, so I'm being quiet. But I couldn't pass by this poem without at least a small comment. :)

[BlueIris]

5. Kickety.

[RetroLounge]

6. Nice

:hi:

RL

[BlueIris]

7. Hey, Retro made it, too.

This is one of the most affecting poems I've ever read.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

8. My dear BlueIris...

Oh, this is very nice...

Especially:
...as his hand has labored
its meaty weight
across the radiance of page.

That is just brilliant!

Thank you...:hug:

[LeeDemWebmaster]

9. hmm

very nice

[BlueIris]

10. Thanks. Welcome!

[BlueIris]

11. Isn't that one of the best stanzas ever?

[CaliforniaPeggy]

12. It really is!

I just love it...

:hi:

[BlueIris]

13. Kick.

[BlueIris]

14. Kick. nt

[I Have A Dream]

15. Kick. n/t