As in recent posts I carried a Topic to compose a Poem with, But at times some poetry does not sit very well with me. Yet I publish them here in the same place for folks to read for themselves. When this Poem was written, I was not very happy with the end result or the product as a whole. But I shall leave it for folks to decide for themselves and let me know how they either Like or dislike etc?
About The Poem:
When about on one of my walking routes recently, I got tagged by a bee, (and the damned thing hurt.. LoL), because I use hearing aids I had a little music playing via blue tooth whist I walked . But a bee stung me on one of my ears, yet while continuing my walk I begun to use that Phrase “I Got Stung” in the lines. Thus this is where The Poem came about from.
I would also like to blame that on my dislike for this Poem, But Us Poets do take a dislike for some of our works, therefore I will accept it as one of those. What brought humour to me about this was I have gone all these years, through childhood and much of my adult life to this point to experience getting tagged by one of those things.
In regards to writing style on this poem etc, I changed slightly on the last poem and this one. Thus moving from a strict 10 syllables per line to a more relaxed 8 to 10 syllables per line. yet keeping with the same rhyming format of which I am comportable with. BUT would love to heart anyones input on those parts, which sits better or fit better in regarding poetry and syllables etc? This helps my continuous learning as a Poet.
Having said all of this; Please Enjoy this Poem:

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I Got Stung
I got stung by this thing called Love,
A Masterpiece that comes from above.
It makes you want to sing, with Joy,
For what you feel is no decoy.
What makes me want to sing, or bring
Smiles to those tear filled eyes and swing.
It’s good as Gold from days of old,
Yet I Got Stung for that I’m sold.
The song of the birds, sung for me,
Like tales of old, this perfect fit free.
I’m not wrong when I got stung,
For It hit me hard for Love unsung.
That which brings me to my knees,
Carried through the trees in a breeze.
For I Got Stung by this thing Called Love,
Comes from above fitting like a glove.
Love carries like I do not care,
Taken here or there without a Prayer.
Because I Got stung for Love’s call,
With my Back to the wall feeling tall.
© Pat Fitzgerald 2024
ENDING THOUGHTS:
Thank you for following me on this journey, that is composing and creating poetry. If Life is a journey which we all walk on, then my journey in creating Poetry is a journey of it’s own. Which I still learn much on as I write.
At times I experiment on methods or way how I can improve my poetry, therefore getting feedback is always most welcome for such as these.
When I write poetry, some readers may be offended with something within the poetry. I do not write to offend, But such are written for reasons I outline in the posts. Often I miss typos and mistakes when publishing each poem. BUT I correct the moment I discover such mistakes.
But Poetry is a form of art work that I enjoy and thus using it in a manner to touch or inspire the reader.
I would like to Pass on my thanks to you for joining me on this journey.
Poetry is a learning curve where I always strive to improve. Often due to the speed of my typing and a few other issues, mistakes and typos will find their way into published posts. I continue to work on improving this as I move along. One such change is how I have been writing and how my poetry appears in relation to how the rest of the blog appears. So much work goes into editing and reediting and then repeating that process on a number of occasions until i am happy with the result.
Please forgive for any such mistakes and for your understanding this.
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I think the sting prompted a good poem, Pat. Hopefully, you don’t need to keep getting stung for inspiration.
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LoL… I hope so.. BUT I dont want to experience another sting anytime soon..
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Lovely writing and a beautiful metaphor. 💘
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Thank You.
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You’re welcome. 🌻
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Loved that you were able to develop this poem from your experience of getting stung and the words, thoughts and emotions that followed!
Loved the message!!! 😊😁✨👍
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Thank you my friend…
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😊😁✨👍
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