I inhale yellow:
pollen dances on sunlight
inhabiting air.
Two geese overhead;
their wing beats stir the cherry
pink and freshly bloomed.
Pollen-dusted bees
zip in and out of flowers –
honeyed promises.
Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge, in April: Three Spring Shorts
Magaly asks: Do you ever do like a bee? Are you lured by the scent and colors and the wild loveliness of flowers? Do you talk to the green that grows in your yard or the park or the street or (if you’re very lucky) the nearby woods?
She hopes that we answer ‘yes’ to at least one of these questions because she would like us to write three micro-poems (in three lines or fewer) inspired by flowers.
Before I took these photographs this morning, I saw a bee hover past the window. I dashed outside into the morning dew, wellie-clad and armed with my camera, and distinctly heard a bee, but do you think it would show itself? And all the yellow flowers have already withered!
Delightful set of haiku. I particularly like the third one.
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Thank you, Robin.
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Oh these are all so gorgeous, Kim! 😀 I especially love the “honeyed promises.” ❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa! I’m glad I was able to finish them this morning as I’m out of action this afternoon with a throbbing headache.
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These are lovely, my favourite is the second. I love the sound of geese overhead and can imagine their wings stirring the blossoms 🙂
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Thank you, Ellecee. The geese flew over as I advertising this morning 😀
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Absolutely beautiful, Kim.
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Thanks Rosemary
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These are gorgeous! I can’t choose a favorite.
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Thank you so much, Susie. 😊 I’m thinking about developing them into another form.
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Perfect Kim- these are utterly delightful!
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Kim, these poems are a direct glimpse into the heart of your poetry–rich in imagery, clear continuity, and (at their very core) every poem tells a story. I can see the pollen dancing in the air before being inhaled, I can hear and see the play between white wings and delicately pink petals, and I’m convinced that bee was probably looking back at you… and just playing hide and buzz because it saw your camera *hehehe*.
I love this whole post, especially knowing that you went outside to capture poetry for us to delight in. Thank you sooo much!
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Thank you for your lovely comments and for a great prompt, Magaly! ❤
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Beautiful
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Thank you, Cressida.
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Poetic pollen indeed!
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🙂
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These are great Kim! Cool pics…
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Thanks Rob!
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Lovely! I especially like the pollen-dusted bees.
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Thank you kindly!
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