In praise of the beautiful bee.

In praise of the beautiful bee.

A Poem by Beccy
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" a sonnet of sorts. "

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I once met a bee with 
a man in his bonnet,
so I sat myself down 
and I wrote him a sonnet,
with words honey sweet 
calculated to soothe
the path of his flight 
from erratic to smooth.

                                
'Oh little Bee, thou art the noblest thing,
supping sweet nectar as the sun beams down;
dappling upon thy clever, clever wing,
more gossamer than any silken gown:
that in thy enterprise is lost from sight,
beating more fast than any eye can tell; 
as though some godly hand has give thee flight,
whilst on this mortal clay I sadly dwell:
And as you drink of mother nature's wine, 
she smiles, indulgent to your every need;
for thou art perfect in your sweet design,
and she has oh so many mouths to feed:
So take thy fill, let all thy goodness flow, 
for thou art born to make the flowers grow.


With humble apologies to the Bard.  :))
 

© 2020 Beccy


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dear Beccy... with kisses honey sweet... your
poetry is like a summer day with fields of clover...
a Keeper for me... without the honey bees,
we would not survive. truly, Pat

Posted 4 Years Ago


don't we wish we could fly like that honey bee....
i love your idea of the bee with a man in its bonnet

yes, they are becoming extinct....sooner or later we will only have memories of what "the buzz had been all about"----

Posted 4 Years Ago


I read somewhere that we have lost over half of our honeybees/ which is so much more alarming than loosing half of our milk farmers or over half of our steel producers. You cannot place a priority on pollination no more than you can unsweet a peach or un-white a blossoming chrysanthemum./ This is what I meant by Baroque / your ornate mannerisms and the position you take as a writer / like those major events of architecture you happen to stumble into. I didn't see many bees this year as I did in 2018 and I don't know if I should start panicking or not......Your voice is so pure.....dana

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..

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