in society, we are bees,
good followers
and naughty.
Tag: bees
A comparison of voices
The fish is delirious with fury
Struggling to free itself from the hook
The fisherman plays his line with frenzy.
Does he doubt that his pleasure
Is another one’s anguish?
When the bees chase the fisherman
The heart beats with agitation
Thoughts run faster than the feet
Breaking all obstacles.
A story good for another telling.
No limits
Dawn spreads its wings
brushing lilacs in bloom
a bee will fly across mountains
seeking the blossoms.
picnic table
a miniature airport
arrival and departure
of bees
why do bees love lavender
note: Mrs. Abstract and I visited the lavender garden in Manzanitas Creek Winery in Sonoma County.last weekend.We tasted wonderful wine especially the 4 different sauvignon blanc.<a
Big correction: The lavender garden is in Matanzas Creek Winery, 6097 Bennett valley Rd. Santa Rosa,CA and NOT Manzanita Creek Winery.
I’m sorry for the mistake.
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Why should I go?
leaving the garden
the bee resumes its flight
heavy with sweetness
It gives me comfort that young people in studying abroad discovers a new horizon to explore and learn from about life and themselves. “And every day, I see opportunities by the hundreds right in front of me.” link: http://blog.rotary.org/2014/05/16/elizabeth/
Doctor’s pretty phrases
heart murmur’s crescendo and decrescendo,
cognitive deficits, butterfly rash
What if I remember my wife’s benevolent
face and where I place my hat?
Bees have memories
and age like me.
What if it’s a bee
with cognitive decline?
What will a rose look like
when the bee leafs a garden album?
Will the bee visit me and my wife,
our Wednesday’s picnic at the park?
Will it brush her face,
mistake her ear fo a hive?
Will the bee ride the opposite
flow of scented breeze?
How will the bee feel when dawn
lights each row of rhododendrons?
I wonder how the bees stream
sequencing of flowers, gathering of nectar.
I was taught once the path of enigma:
“It is when I am weak that I am strong.”
With each deficit, renewal
each bewilderment, revelation.
Will the bee find
the hidden holiness?
Is there a perfect equivalent in the bee world?
“My goodness, I’m glad you are here.”
When sunset comes will the bee ponder
the existential home: was, is, will be?
Note: Mrs. Abstract and I will miss the live demonstration next Saturday by the ladies of Tea Passage at the Grand Hand gallery in Napa on the fine craft of furoshiki, Japanese cloth wrapping.We are up in the mountain for Thanksgiving and huddle like the bees.
photo: of teabags is from a page of Napa Register news
when we were boys
a swarm of bees chases boys
running towards the river
-stolen hive
Where are they now?
dispersed in the world.
-retreat every five years
lattices and crystals
simple and beautiful
-friendship
it’s Sunday
I bring you tidings
may your tribe increase
-passing through.
A normal day
I’m neither young nor old
carrying the sea on my shoulders
rises and swerves
in downward spiral.
Rains create
creeks and rivers
linking the mountains
and the sea.
Days of bitterness
intertwine with days of sweetness
waves dashing the calm
and the brave.
Young as a child
old as a man
in tumult or silent
running the fields
or hiding in shelters
pursue birds or fowl
with slingshots or guns
with relish.
How are they to discover
the hidden music
if not to relinquish the savage
feel, cruel pleasure
perceived in power
but over the helpless?
How can they follow
movements of the bees
from flower to flower
when they don’t see
the simple things
visible to the eyes?
At the picnic table
we swat away the bees
they, that fill
stages of sustenance
of meadows and forest.
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