Honeysuckle
“Honeysuckle” is a poem describing in great detail how those in power can rip the beauty out of a soul for their own gain. I grew up in the plains of Southern Georgia, and they honeysuckle plant blooming in the spring and summer was one of my greatest joys. The only way to get the sweet milk out of the plant was to pluck it and chew it like gum. These words are healing for those whose light has been harvested for the unjust gain of the others.
“Honeysuckle” is a poem describing in great detail how those in power can rip the beauty out of a soul for their own gain. I grew up in the plains of Southern Georgia, and they honeysuckle plant blooming in the spring and summer was one of my greatest joys. The only way to get the sweet milk out of the plant was to pluck it and chew it like gum. These words are healing for those whose light has been harvested for the unjust gain of the others.
“Honeysuckle” is a poem describing in great detail how those in power can rip the beauty out of a soul for their own gain. I grew up in the plains of Southern Georgia, and they honeysuckle plant blooming in the spring and summer was one of my greatest joys. The only way to get the sweet milk out of the plant was to pluck it and chew it like gum. These words are healing for those whose light has been harvested for the unjust gain of the others.