CCD>ALZ
Word bees leave the book hive,
visit the wildflowers of our minds,
touching us with winged brilliance,
their black-gold flight under the sun
-flower flourishing golden in the sky.
Back in the book hive, honeyed words
plan together to pollenate fresh minds.
Then CCD: the book hive library-dead,
dusty the honeycombs, all droning done,
and hollow now their promises, forgotten
the mind-flowers they visited once upon
a time, until ALZ spelled mental CCD and
a solitary bee searching the dark, abandoned
mind for a memory it can no longer find.
rogermoorepoet 
Amazing-“word bees leave d book hives n find d wild flower in our mind…”beautiful so much,dear roger.
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I like that image, Aruna. So pleased you picked it out.
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Thanks n welcome , dear roger.
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Lovely and beautiful using metaphore.true.book is like a hive n words r bees.after then a creativity is become like words.
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Thanks, Aruna. The CCD / ALZ worries me. I wonder what happens in those destroyed hives, those seemingly empty heads.
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Yeah.ur worrieness is natural n discribing with beautifully in ur post.weldone dear roger!!
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I loved the letter play and the imagery! Fun piece, Roger!
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I always remember a line from My friend J. M. Valverde: “pobres poetas de hoy: polvo seco de tesis doctoral.” ‘Poor poets of today: dry dust of a doctoral thesis.”
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