jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

the bee and the flower (a cherita)

the bee and the flower

(short story in verse)

 

dawn again and still walled-in

no matter… the sun invades my bareness

 

in the wrinkled shade

a ruckus of leaves

 

 

could it be the wind

riffling nests sagging

on a day just hatched?

 

then the stillness

swift wings…

 

on the edge of dreams

not a songbird but a bee

dark on my  lids…

all I see as it circles

probing the scented air

 

then soft as breath

alights on a blossom

 

i blink

the bee sinks into

the flower’s pulsing center

like lips half-opened…

as petals strain to widen

 

and quiver on the beetle’s

deepening kisses

 

a colorless breeze pulls me back to the stillness

the blank walls of waiting

 

 

an ekphratic poem based

on a photo of a bee feasting on a dragon fruit flower lv 07/27/20 hh 07/27/20

 

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