“Bumblebee,” by Eric Robert Nolan

There has simply been way too much pathos of late among the blogosphere’s poets.  In the past few days, our own little online circle has labored to describe houses full of empty picture frames (Dennis Villelmi), nightmare airports (me), sick children (Anna Martin), and even Old Yeller (SAZL).

It’s summer.  Let’s lighten the mood.  “Bumblebee” was first published by Every Day Poets in September 2013.

It’s a poem about a bee.  No, the bee is not a metaphor for childhood guilt or lost loves, and, no, it does not attack the narrator like one of Cthulhu’s minions.  (I’m not always such a surly duck.)

Anyone who catches the Kevin Smith reference in this blog post will be made an honorary correspondent.  And that’s a coveted distinction.  Just ask Len Ornstein about his newfound fame and renown.



“Bumblebee,” by Eric Robert Nolan


Bumbling along a bit close to me

Is busy Mister Bumblebee

He inventories dandelions

With prodding, plush black legs.


I inventory carcinogens

With unfiltered cigarettes,

My legs, in bluejeans, lazily

Crossed in the grass.


He buzzes, I puff.

A mute truce transpires

I won’t stomp if he won’t sting.

Just two fellas


Mindin’ their own business.


© Eric Robert Nolan 2013


Photo credit: “Bee In a Dandelion,” Busangane, own work, via Wikimedia Commons. 

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