Honey Bug

buzz
    away
  busy bee
  hum low to me
  my honey bug shares his sweet serenade
    there is no place his song does not invade
  bustle about
    in and out
  buzz to
    me







(Artwork by Max: Honey Bug, 2008)


I wanted to balance my depressing poem from yesterday with something more uplifting to match my present mood. I love this drawing that my son created in preschool; I framed it and it sits on my mantel in our family room. He told me it was a Honey Bug...So cute.

I have long held a love and fascination for bees... Bees have been around for millions of years, they communicate with dance, build hives with hexagonal cells that can be coaxed into sculpture, and pollinate 30% of the world's food supply. I have a friend who was stung by nearly 2,000 bees and lived! I have only been stung once by a bee, but it is said that beekeepers seldom suffer from arthritis or rheumatism.

Only When I Breathe

I break, pieces fall,
Dark world swallow this torment,
  Smother my anguish,
I am to waste away and
  Miss you only when I breathe

Dance for Love

I was inspired to write a poem about what we did last night...I can't remember writing any since I did the birth announcements for my chicklets, but it seamed fitting. My hubby built us a fire and the five of us danced to Hannah's music until we were panting and dizzy. Fun, fun!

Dance
for love
and life’s joys.
Dance with your child,
twirling her dizzy.
Spin madly with your son,
hearts and fingers entwined.
Sway in rhythm with your true love,
holding each other ever so close.
Dance to a melody that keeps you young.

(BTW... the poem is an Etheree... ooh la la... ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables... I found the format at Shadow Poetry.)