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.