cars zoom past to anywhere but
here, each carrying someone’s entire
world. bees swarm inside my chest,
heavy and frantic, a hum vibrating
beneath my ribs. only my finger
moves, pressing each letter
into my phone, like sitting
years ago in the sand, pushing
rocks down as far as they would go.
maybe if i press hard enough now
it will reach you. a little gift
from my hand to yours. a single bee
let loose across the distance. do you see
the sun cutting through the leaves
too? does the air taste like honey
there? i need everything to be okay,
for you, for us.
clouds streak white, smudges in pale blue.
buzzing slows to a quiet ache.
i just need to hear you say—
it’s all going to be okay.
one more thread for us.
*2/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
Bridgette Tales 
Nice one, Bridgette. Anywhere but here… 🙂
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Thank you!
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the air tastes like honey
bees know
blossoms touch the sky
a Bloodwood flowers
Bloodwood is an Australian native tree and when they flower the air is filled with a honey scent .
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Lovely response and I’d love to smell the Bloodwood. I looked it up, and that’s an interesting tree!
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Thanks Bridgette. The smell of the Bloodwood blossoms is intoxicating
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This is truly heartfelt. Spreading love through the air brings back the sweet sounds of ‘it’s all going to be okay’.
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Thank you. I was thinking of a dear friend of mine who passed and I miss every single day. I really wish I could hear him tell me I’m okay one more time.
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The beautiful poem weaves together the strands of separation, vulnerability, and longing through striking imagery. The sun filtering through leaves and the honey-tasting air evoke a shared world, a delicate thread, symbolising the bond holding two lives together.
The closing lines leave the reader with a lingering sense of tenderness and hope.
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Thank you for such a thoughtful comment. I’m glad you were left when a sense of hope.
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This is a great challenge, I wish you all the best with it.
I love this section. It seems to highlight how different things are now from our childhood. A simplicity that I am trying to get back to sometimes.
only my finger
moves, pressing each letter
into my phone, like sitting
years ago in the sand, pushing
rocks down as far as they would go.
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Thank you. I’m excited to see what happens when I challenge myself to write daily, even when I am super busy.
I’m not sure why that image popped in my head while I was typing, but I started thinking…it’s the same finger. I suppose I could have written an entire poem on that idea alone.
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Beautiful Bridgette.
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Thank you so much 😊
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Bridgette you are very welcome 🤗
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This was beautiful
Thank you
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Thank you so much for reading it ❤️
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Again, beautiful dear Bridget. I love the image of the bees. Where? And one gets out. Ah. A Sigh. Thanks.
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Aww! Thank you. I appreciate your kindness.
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A bit off-topic, but wondered if you followed Ephemeral Elegies? Tiffany just re-started her blog of elegant, established poets after taking a year off.
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I don’t! I’ll have to give it a read as I’m looking for inspiration and trying to read as much poetry as I can right now.
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