A beautiful bee he was.
He lay for a day on my table, stillness
Personified. - eyes seemed alive, arms
Curled furily tight, perhaps as his will
At the end was for warmth. There was no harm
More could be done to this bee. Wings held high
And gossamer fine, his short life was done.
He went as he came, unsung, but his goodbye
Was with dignity. Being himself, come
The end, with work now achieved as worthwhile,
He did the best thing and finished with style.
A beautiful bee he was.
Quite a metaphor for the average man or woman that dies unknown and unnoticed by the multitude. A beautiful poem Fay.10+++
the consept of this poem is veery inspiring. great job: D adn thanks for comming my poem bipolar and i'm sorry it's taking so long to comment one of your poems
sweet bee he was indeed... i liked this one! ! ! very entertaining and sort of a an amusing too.. hey some bees are only interesting in sucking nectar out of flowers though.. this is a nice sweet one indeed10++++ with lots of love to you shan
The depiction employed here is darting, and demonstrates your adroitness for painting an entire scene(or in this case an entire life...lol!) in a few succinct yet very compedious lines! Very Nicely Done, my dear! FjR
This little bee didn't reach the hive! the reason! he was not alive! his legs were burdened down with pollen, the law of gravity says he's fallen he'd worked his tripe out everyday, through the miserable month of may back and forth from flower to hive, no wonder he did not survive! an ode to the bee& yee Fay
Excellent write Fay...nature writing at it's finest...Fi 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a way of looking at nature in the most beautiful way fay, such beautiful poetry... Andy 10