I didn’t know lightning
could smell sweet
that thunder
could hum a gentle beat
and in the middle
of a heavy metal
summer song
so dark it’s light
so right it’s wrong
I see
a bee
on a rose
in a storm
of honeysuckle
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille
De is our host today and she has chosen the word ‘storm’. The bee flew off just as I clicked!
I LOVE the beat of this, Kim. Like rain itself. Like a summer storm song.
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Thanks De!
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How dare that bee refuse to pose for her picture? I love the rhythm and rhyme in this – and oh, the scent of honeysuckle!
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I truly love this…honeysuckle storm. The beat, like the taptaptap of raindrops. Perfect.
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Thank you, Toni!
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With all that honeysuckle I wonder if the bee is so excited and unable to decide which one to try first.
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Yes… what a wonderful soft pitter-patter of a summer storm… and that scent… so perfect
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Before I even read the poem, let me just say that that is the most divine title. I’m so excited to read the body because of how sweetly scented the “head” is.
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Oh my good golly, this is amazing!
“I didn’t know lightning” (but now I do)
“so dark it’s light
so right it’s wrong” … (fantastic)
The last five lines are phenomenal.
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Thank you!
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I just love the title “Honeysuckle Storm”. I can smell the honeysuckle and feel the first drops!
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I’m looking at the remains of last night’s rain right now. 🙂
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This is sweet response Kim ~ Love the storm
of honeysuckle~
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Thank you, Grace!
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Excellent ..mesmerizing rhythm and beat in this, Kim!❤️ Floored! 🙂
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In the middle of a heavy metal summer song, that was so cool, I got the metallic taste of rain on my tongue.
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This is my favorite quadrille tonight..as it hums, bobs & weaves. That bee, like my cat, always moves before the click. Rocked the prompt for sure; smile.
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Thank you so much, Glenn! I’ve just got up and you’ve made my day. I’ll be reading some more in a while.
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I like the rhythm in this piece. Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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Love that comparison, a thunder storm to a heavy metal song. The percussion section is quite loud. It can yield better benefits than a rock concert though. I think back to the 70s and remember there was never much good coming from that
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Oh, gorgeous. Our neighborhood is overflowing with honeysuckle–I especially like the imagery!
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Thank you, Victoria!
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the smell of lightning… i like that!
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A sweet storm indeed!
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“…a storm of honeysuckle…”. Love that image!
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I love the whole poem especially the storm of honeysuckle.
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Thank you, Janice. I think I jinxed the good weather with my poem, though, and it rained all night!
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I somehow find this poem so very … British. In the face of grave danger, conscious was sharpened, perspective freshened up, the aftermath overtone humming gently with resolve and peace of mind … The folks carry on, buzzing with poise, sipping tea like honeysuckle.
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That sounds like us!
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Brilliant use of metre. Nice.
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Thanks Misky!
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…a heavy metal summer song…LOVE this line. Love the short lines at the end … like a child playing I Spy. Just a wonderful write!
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Thank you, Lillian!
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Wow…perfectly beautiful!
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Thank you, Sreeja!
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Excellent! 😎😎😎
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The bee too knows survival,
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This is lovely, Kim. I love the rhythm and the images it evokes–that sweet smell of honeysuckle in the rain. Beautiful!
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Thank you, Merril!
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Love this!
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Thank you, Imelda!
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