To be continued...

Ideas swarm like
Bees to a hive
And I want to make
My inner queen pleased
And turn this pollen
Into sweet honey

But the winter is still
Frozen to my wings
And the sun won't melt
Them fast enough

Words come like
Moths to a flame
And I want to zap each one
On the pages that lay infront
Make a sizzle of all this talent
Wasting away

But the fire burns too hot
Leaving smoke in my lungs
And gets me running away
Before anything is done

Poems bubble over like
The water you watch to boil
And I want to start cooking
Make delicious dishes
Only to savor the work
I once use to enjoy

But I can't stop staring
Knowing the more I stare
The longer it takes
Time moving slowly