Lucky Dip Number 13
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The Bee
(this was the poem that restarted me writing after a lapse of forty years) The bee did not mean to disturb and startle me as it brushed my face. It simply did not see me there. The bee did not mean to disturb the wasp gathering nectar on the flower. It simply did not see it there. And the wasp settled back to its task when the disturbance passed. Can I too settle back if life disturbs me? Should I want to? Or should I allow the disturbance to show me a new place a new flower a new source of nectar? |
July 2012
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