BEE SUPPLIES:

 

 

 

EVEN

the bees in my garden see only black,

in their archive of end of life journeys.

No bewilderedness reds.

And who knew, all along,

that pollination was

accidental?

Who among us

felt that coming.

 

 

 

 

hder/

Reviews

[Audrey Kanyera]

wonderfull and mesmerizing verse "And who knew, all along,
that pollination was
accidental? Because the bees only see black". I would take this in a colour concept that there can be mating of non-black and black, you have to accept its existence

[Delmar Cooper]

This is cool. I like this. I like bees. I've never been afraid of them, like their shape and the little rugby uniform bees wear. I knew that bit about accidental pollination, but I always figured the bees just threw it in since it cost them nothing and the stamens scratched that itch on the hard to reach place on the bee backside. Gotta be something in it for the bee. Something we don't see right away and turn into "we", meaning humans.

That black thing. My dad kept bees, always wore white around them. Black has a non Coco Chanel effect on bees. Black pisses them off - a bee will sting you if you wear black.

[writing mojo]

"EVEN"....I like how you bee lined into this with out the expense of clique...and it's very true from nature to nurture the imperative is always there to catch up on..excellent piece

[Tam Warink]

There is an obscurity in this piece, if I'm correct then it's couched in plain sight. But to see it requires the gift of "dark sight" - through eyes that possess a sense of history; and of context that will likely elude many readers that have yet to approach their end-of-life journeys. Then again, there is this "accidental pollination" that gives rise to a myriad of sympathetic thoughts and sensations not entirely under of well-considered propriety. You're right. No, I didn't see that coming. Doing something right, in Detroit... hder.

[Tree]

Evocative, and stimulating. The life of bees, the life of us. I guess it's a matter of perspective. As now I'm imagining what it is to be a bee in D's garden, and how a summer of life must be made by nature to feel like an ever burgeoning, and expansive adventure. A beautiful life but simple: serve only the queen... A deft finish, too. Makes one wonder how much of the human form of mingling, cross-pollination and connection is actually accidental, too. A destiny, trumped by a more aggressive, cold randomness.

Excellent little poem, D. That got us all thinking.

[WritersRankings]

Evolution is surprising, few among us realize how nano-tech or AI will actually change the world. The internet and texting are but the Bees before the storm.

[Horizon K.]

This melancholy piece makes think of how this world is changing and will never change back... and how would we survive, without these wilderness friends who give us essential?

But also... this has another layer of sadness that could be applied to the self... for it has me also thinking of times, when I try to look ahead, and only see black... the frightening unknowing of what lies ahead... when what is coming, cannot be felt...

You have penned such richness in such few lines dana... this is under the skin, stuff... amazing!

[Ken Simm.]

What an amazing write. From the title onwards. to say this is captivating, clever and multi layered would be underselling it by quite a degree.

[K. Louis]

'No bewilderedness reds.' - this line is so striking
reminds me of the black and white after puppy love. i do really love visiting you.