Guest Poet & Artist
Paula Lietz
Fields of Yellow Fields of Gold
By Paula Lietz
the bees, ants and I
laid in fields of yellow
listening to petals sway
and observed anything
far from ordinaire
a seemingly chaotic
phenomena
to sustain mankind
an eloquent unfolding
was taking place before
my very eyes
each grain of pollen
a gamete ripe for ovule
oh sensuous nature
this voluntary movement
with flowers laden with pollen
in sync to the drone
gracefully offering respite
I swear they whispered
here bee, here
take from me your fill
and feed humanity
I wanted to help
but not only was he busy
he was a clever bee too
and buzzed
catch me if you can
so I ran and ran
in the fields of yellow
and never did find
that little fellow
he blew me off
like discharged pollen
leaving behind his stinger
Paula Lietz
Copyright 2012
By Paula Lietz
the bees, ants and I
laid in fields of yellow
listening to petals sway
and observed anything
far from ordinaire
a seemingly chaotic
phenomena
to sustain mankind
an eloquent unfolding
was taking place before
my very eyes
each grain of pollen
a gamete ripe for ovule
oh sensuous nature
this voluntary movement
with flowers laden with pollen
in sync to the drone
gracefully offering respite
I swear they whispered
here bee, here
take from me your fill
and feed humanity
I wanted to help
but not only was he busy
he was a clever bee too
and buzzed
catch me if you can
so I ran and ran
in the fields of yellow
and never did find
that little fellow
he blew me off
like discharged pollen
leaving behind his stinger
Paula Lietz
Copyright 2012