Day 8 Prompt:
with gusto the buzzing honey bee,
flits over one flora for another’s offering
the honey it gathers will stay as sweet
as that of the overlooked petals, still spread openly.
it seems there’s hope in such stubborn persistency
of the silky layers splayed for dreams of coupling
yet eventually the moon lingers longer than sun
and the bud falls to better protect the whole plant.
[a note: if you want answers re: what happened to day seven, the prompt was to write a poem about an artwork currently on display in ngs. i love ngs too much to sully it with my shitty writing lel
also!! this prompt was so hard cause i am very very bad at writing to fit a particular form or format where are my #freeverse kiddos and also i am very bad at rhyming. my rhyming is usually cringey, neither in halves nor slants and just not beautiful but instead clumsy. so yeah you actually see some of that here with the second stanza being aabb instead of abab cos ey shitty brain HAHAHA]