Bumbles whirring, blurring,

strirring look for nectar

spewing blossoms

Fill up sackles strapped

to legs

furry with delightful

pollen

Take to flighty heights of

splendor

to the queenie waiting

for them

in the cells of Beemahal

 

dreaming dove does not

mourn the hiding stars or

cry for the shy moon

searching, reaching in
false quests for things
that are not
real missing what lies
on the other side
of the glass
lured
by shiny promises
dangling
just
out
of
grasp

dandelion seeds

expelled upward by a breeze

fireworks at a fair

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I spoke words of wisdom

But they fell unheeded

Like brown leaves

I spoke words of love

But they fluttered in the

Wind like spent blossoms

I spoke words of peace

But they blew away

Like downy seeds

I spoke words of mercy

But they were swept up

Like coulds before a storm

I spoke words of hope

Into the void but they fell

Apart and letters descended

Like drops of rain

I remain silent

(Photo prompt – Magpie Tales)

White apple blossom prophets

Foretell of sweetness

Tiny swelling at the base

A promise to the gnarled

Old tree, a sign of its

Usefulness, its reason

For existing

And in old age a

Child becomes our prophet

(written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads)

I stole a fragment of

the sea

the insistent surf withdrew

from my grasp

and left me empty

I cut a fragment of

earth’s clay

my knife bent and broke

and left me hardened

I ripped a fragment of

your heart

to keep it close

it turned to stone and I

was left

alone

(posted on Toads)

am I a mere reflection of

myself a static snapshot

Glued to a page holding

a spot in your history

does my smile look at

you with open eyes or

furtive glances hiding

secrets from the future

(in response to Magpie Tales picture prompt)