Wasps

We fed our souls on our internal monologues
of anger and dislikes, rather than loves,
more filled with wasps, than honeybees –
Bees flying ‘round lilacs
and lemon trees,
sweetly,
while the wasps make
an ugly spit-mud cake
stuck against the wall of the house,
where there are empty rooms, and nothing grows.
On these internal monologues we feed our souls.

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About the poem

“Wasps” is a Binary Poem in which the humber of syllables per line are sequential binary numbers, either increasing or decreasing by a factor of 2 with each line, like this: 12-10-8-6-4-2-4-6-8-10-12. The form is meant to give equal weight to images – the bees and the wasps.

“Wasps” is also a Shape Poem, which is a poem with a graphic shape created by the length of the lines, in this case, a simple crossed quadrilateral, or bowtie.

A crossed quadrilateral is the geometric form of diamond facets – diamonds, the symbols of love but also the hardest substance in existence, which says something about what sort of internal monologues these are.

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