(For Charlotte)
“But what are they for?” she asked with a frown,
batting one off with her hand.
“Bees are for honey and pollinating;
these I don’t understand.”
“And what about you?” retorted the wasp,
its intellect under-rated.
“I’m made in the image of God myself;
I’ve scripture wherein it is stated.”
The sun was too hot for further debate,
her book a compelling attraction.
All this teleology soon made her groan;
she let the theology drop like a stone –
but the apple remained in contention.
© John Looker 2015
This poem was not written for any purpose; it sort of happened.
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The best things are
the ones that just happen
very good John
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By: Frederick E. Whitehead on 10 May, 2015
at 12:13
I always treasure the ones that “sort of happen.” But you had me sitting here pondering the “purposes” of poems for awhile…. And when I was done, I thought of Donne, and the aptness of form and content in this poem, and how it is a true delight…. Love it, John.
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By: Cynthia Jobin on 10 May, 2015
at 14:24
I’m happy to see you vexed by such notions, John!
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By: Tom D'Evelyn on 10 May, 2015
at 15:22
‘Sort of happened’ is good, coming from within
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By: derrickjknight on 10 May, 2015
at 17:50
Hi John, a lovely poem again. Those bees and the apple and Adam and Eve… 🙂 I used to not like bees because of a sting but if I don’t have them on my skin, it’s okay these days. They do so much for nature!
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By: Ina on 11 May, 2015
at 08:10
I like it, too. The apple is surprising…brings with it a whole tree, a whole blossoming tree.
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By: annajanemark on 12 May, 2015
at 00:11
Reblogged this on chithankalai.
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By: chithankalai on 5 September, 2016
at 18:36
Thank you Krishna – I appreciate that.
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By: John Looker on 5 September, 2016
at 19:15