Once upon a Tuesday
By Collaborative poem P F
Once upon a Tuesday
the leaves flew off the trees
down the road around the corner passing bumblebees
cries of fears, broken hearts
as they watched their homes burn,
the children cried
but there’s a spark in their hearts
maybe they can get through this,
they see a light shining in the dark.
For a new chapter in their life has begun
it was an egg
glimmering in the fridge.
A sign of hope and happiness
And their still trying their best
for this egg in all of its entirety
it was the rebirth of anxiety.
The world started back up,
I don’t know
how this happened.
Time is an endless motion,
the leaves begin flying again.
The egg is bland on the outside but has a golden centre.
The metaphysical kingdom which we enter
the bees buzz once more
and continue the cycle of life
there will be many trees and many bees,
bumblebees the ones that make honey not the Transformer.
This poem was created in a workshop with poet, Pola Fanous.