A bee sat on a flower,
A soft pink fading into shades of white flower,
Gentle and fragile and full of life flower.
It wasn’t what the flower wanted,
But as the bee took it’s nectar and left
Leading the flower to its withering and eventual fruition,
Continue reading “Be.”
When you know what you ought to do,
When you know what it is you want
All the pieces fit together.
The discontent, the feeling of being lost,
The endless search and the failures,
Continue reading “When You Know”
Photographer Unknown
Poetry © Copyright 2016, Opinionated Head
