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Nesting Instinct of Women (Free verse) by Dovina

Inside the hive a virgin worker lies bent head and folded wings sealed within her quiet cell until awakened from larval sleep by caress and beating of her sisters' wings She fears to leave behind the fixed prismatic form hesitates at the void of space the brilliant outdoor color and shrinks from loneliness of light Duty draws her from the nest wind twists her from the course but she knows she can return to familiar smell of honeycomb where her sisters work and others wait to be born

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 19-May-05/5:23 PM
1. Does your poeme have an actual (true) interpretation?
2. Do you know what it is?

There is a great difference between saying "It's possible" when you mean "I don't know" and when you mean "There's a possible world in which it's so."

You're implying you mean the latter. But as you say, that's more or less tautological; any interpretation that is not self-contradictory is possible of any given poeme.

I think you mean the former, in the vague, wishy-washy sense that "Nobody, not even me, can say what my poemes mean for sure."




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