bud and bee

i am a flower,
a doily spider web,
pondskaters footprints
all over the place.

i am nothing,
not that matters,
i am lichen
i am your sweet blankets.

grasses sway gaily,
they harness the small breathing
during restless sleeping,

i am nothing
not that matters,
i am the barbed wire hair
caught,
i am the silent alarm.

a day hums, mirages come
bud and bee are one,
a fragrant meeting of minds.

and so, this is time.
time again to thrive,

we turn over gently in our beds
and are made alive,

gently washed
and hung out to dry.

i am nothing
not that matters,
i am the firm hand
i am the warm smile.

Currently unavailable for purchase



Comments

  • evon ski
    evon skiover 1 year ago

    oooOHhhh . . . . a sigh and a smile. such depth and beauty here. Keep going ub. :))

  • i’ll try yvonca…i’ll try.. :)))

    – uncleblack

  • rjcolby
    rjcolbyover 1 year ago

    Yes, nothing that matters, but they do add up eventually to equal all that matters.
    A very thoughtful write.

  • glad you liked it rj, many many thanks

    – uncleblack

  • evon ski
    evon skiover 1 year ago

    the firm hand and the warm smile . . . . is so necessary. I love this soulful piece and I would like to feature you today . . . Congratulations.

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait