84. Poetry: To Be Or Not To Be

photo: Union Square Farmer’s Market/New York City October 2006 /by the author

Evolution
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BANG!

Birth. Fire. Water. Earth.
Cretaceous, spacious, bodacious, dearth–
Buds, plants, pollen; cries for bees, moths, butterflies.
Homosapiens: planters, farmers, sowers,
buzzers, flying, busy, growers;
Petals, stamens, pistols, honey; Hives, harvest, workers; money– Cell phones ringing? GPS?
Fly too high like Icarus?
Hives are empty, won’t be long:
barren fields, dry and wan,
sunspots? warming? global spawn?
Look again, the bees are gone.
On Einstein’s earth: years left there’s four–
once the bees are nevermore. Bang.

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How lovely, how true, and how very sad! Did you write this? It’s really beautiful. And I love the song that you posted as well. Very thought-provoking and well done. Hugs!!!

Tuesday May 1, 2007 – 08:33pm (EDT) Remove Comment

Sans …
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Hi Red! Thanks. Yes, mine, and many more poems and photos. It’s scary!

Tuesday May 1, 2007 – 08:40pm (EDT) Remove Comment

My bags are packed, and I’m leaving the planet! I have to find those bee’s! Nice Work! Thx!

Thursday May 3, 2007 – 07:13am (CDT) Remove Comment

Frida…
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Very different, very nice. And I loved the photo…

Sunday May 6, 2007 – 12:53pm (CDT) Remove Comment

Lex
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I know that song. I’ve heard it many times. Lovely and romantic. I can’t comment about your poem. I know nothing about poetry. I never know the meanings between the lines. And I get lost in translations. I hope you can understand. (^O^)v

Monday May 7, 2007 – 03:26am (ICT) Remove Comment