upside-down bees work frenetically in the plush depths
Bees @ Work [Haiku]
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Billion Bee March [Haiku]
Choosy Bee [Haiku]
the buzzing bee zips flower to flower, spurning perfect blooms
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POEM: Bees at Work
Bees buzz around a red flower.
The shining sun betrays the hour.
It rises from the cloudless east.
On this day, a movable feast.
And so it sounds the garden ’round,
these teeming bees at work abound.
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POEM: The Dangers of Going too Deep
I watched a bee —
a rotund & buzzy carpenter bee
scoot its way into the deep cup
of a cornflower blue sky vine blossom,
nestling itself within.
When it had penetrated to maximum depth —
only the hind tip of abdomen protruding —
the blossom fell away,
plummeting leisurely — as light things do,
in a lazy spiral toward the earth.
And as the blossom and its captive bee
passed out of sight below my window,
I could only wonder about the bee’s fate.
It did not zoom up past my window
at the last possible second
with a pronounced doppler shift
in the manner of stalled aircraft
pulling out of a dive in a Hollywood movie,
but that doesn’t mean the bee didn’t escape
If it didn’t escape,
what would that crash be like?
A light-weight creature trapped in the soft folds
of flower petals, with a combined lightness
such that air-resistance cannot be ignored
the way one does in Physics problems involving bowling balls.
What would that crash be like?
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POEM: Bee Flow [Day 14, NaPoMo: Pantoum]
[A pantoum is a Malay form built in quatrains, and which uses repetition of lines. The second and fourth lines of one stanza become the first and third of the next. The final stanza can, but doesn’t necessarily, revisit lines from the first stanza.]
She bends a moment writ in iron time,
while concentrating on a hov’ring bee.
Its undulation hushes a turbid mind.
Entranced, there’s nothing else to feel or see.
She concentrates on the hov’ring bee.
It becomes the sum of all things in her world.
There’s nothing else to feel or hear or see.
Only the bee alighting, body curled.
The bee is all that resides in this world.
Its undulation lulls her into trance.
She sees it flit and hover, its body curled.
The moment slows to show her its wee dance.
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DAILY PHOTO: Flower & Bee, Toccoa Falls
Taken at Toccoa Falls in the summer of 2011
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DAILY PHOTO: Bee on a Flower
Taken in the summer of 2011 near Toccoa Falls
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DAILY PHOTO: Bee in Flower, Mekong River
Taken in December of 2015 in the Mekong Delta
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DAILY PHOTO: Thistle Flowers are the Bee’s Knees
Taken June 8, 2013 in Little Mulberry Park (Dacula, GA)
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