hive drones cleaning away past promises’ husks
these bees collect words, clarifying honey
dip cautious thoughts into coral scented mead
bittersweet finger recognizes those marks
blame a tainted point in a cup of nectar
one cannot steer with safety past trust’s bruises
rapidly, covertly roses bud anew
just as suddenly balance ripples sweet scents
perspectives swivel pollen seasoning doubt
eloquent living requires bees and faith
stir the bouquet motionless delicacy
stifling strength now apiary purified
Now the “how come” . . .
The words came from The Sunday Whirl. I wanted to connect lines, even though I hope each stands alone. To do that I found a synonym for the original twelve words and used them in adjacent lines. The need for twelve words in twelve poemlets came from Pamela via We Write Poems Prompt 80. This was a lot of fun, but as usual, I probably made it more difficult than it needed to be. Still, I’d love to know what you think about each, all or any.