Might I A Bee Become... Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

MIGHT I A BEE BECOME...

Might I a bee become to trick
sweet nectar drops from sweeter lip
releasing soul from smart!
Joy’d shoot as arrow Cupid’s dart,
to open out the inner heart.
Revelation apart!

I feel as dowser with forked stick, -
experience unique, - the tip
‘shoots up, finds flow to sow fresh start
sustained, not vain uptick upstart.
‘Before’, ‘alone’ old applecart,
upset, feels strange, of ‘US’ no part.

What started as the faintest flick
Intensifies to tightest grip,
pulse rate translates high fever chart,
records swings understood by heart
in online brokers’ NASDAQ mart
sale, purchase programs, state of art.

Might I a bee become to pick
her pollen rare, there lick and sip,
let slip not even smallest part
as all is savoured to impart
a bounty banquet à la carte.
In every sense dew that Descartes
could not foresee, however smart.

Such qualities as these none tick
off one by one on paper slip.
She’s challenged by no counterpart
and occupies a space apart,
a place deserving richer part
than most men muse in hidden heart.




21 April 1989 revised 14 August 2006


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© Jonathan Robin