Beeflower Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Beeflower

Rating: 4.5


In the edge of a sheet I was painting:
a bee and a flower in a single embrace
joining wings with petals in one form.

‘Do you monitor? ’ he took me by surprise
the President with his loud sharp voice,
the Congress-men with a slanting glance.
‘Yes...two youngsters’, I softly whispered
‘kissing each other on the bridge of war.’

Then on the podium for a speech I concluded:
‘You, talk in depth about winds and waters,
but you do remain unhappy since you ignore
how to be happy by virtue of loving.
The two young people from the rival sides
met on that bridge to exchange kisses;
they cared less about bombs or bullets’.

I stepped down singing in a low voice:
‘Two little words in one body: LoveYou,
Beeflower is the real pair of the Spring.’


© JosephJosephides

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