Hive, a poem by Carmen Frech Oliveri at Spillwords.com
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Hive

Hive

written by: Carmen Frech Oliveri

 

There is a trance in which words thrive.
Fear not, dear writer.
Hell is
but a whimsical hive,

There is solace in rage,
driving the mad
to the bowels of the mind.

Oh fortunate cage!
Who sees you
in your prowls?

Carmen Frech Oliveri

Carmen Frech Oliveri

“My soul was a naked bird, over the trees, it smiled in silence.”
I am happy to rejoin the world of poetry, after so many years of silence. We all know that a little bit of ourselves lives and breathes in every single written word. Thank you kindly for reading.
Carmen Frech Oliveri

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