�Bee Keeping�

A Poem by Steven Pottle

Heavy with pollen, wings of sudden
Movement slowed to a nothing
I watched your little body stop
I witnessed the life leaving you
I could see a spirit looking down at me
He could be seen by anyone now that he was flying again
But no one wanted to see him…

Why are the tiny things forgotten about?
I know there are bigger problems all through the universe
But if you forget about the barely seen
Then the barely seen will soon become the no more here
And those quiet little ripples will end in great waves of destruction for everyone…

The honey no more
Quick falling to the floor
The buzzing of time
That awakes the people
But it may be just too late.

© 2008 Steven Pottle

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R J Askew

lovely job. I like the observation in the first verse most. but I approve of the wider conclusion you make from it thereafter. bees are now so scarce in certain parts of China that people have to pollinate their fruit trees in spring using sticks with feathers attached to them. I think Einstein also said that if all the bees died humanity would have four years left.

Posted 17 Years Ago

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Added on July 27, 2008

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Steven Pottle

London, South London, United Kingdom

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