Poetry Power with Chris

Sometimes the flower before you, no matter how lovely, is not the flower for you…

Does Insect Refrain

compound eyes fallen, upon pollen’s halo
aloft, in humid sweet trajectories
golden day-glo and watched
so virtually uncertain to ascertain
yet entertained, like a rectory friar
does Insect refrain

so fruitful landfall remains
ingrained upon unhindered
pollen’s life, and table
provided the wind is right
and her soil is stable

Insect returns to hive unburdened
though certain as his glands
reveal his fruitless duty
so his cortex commands
a minute memory of beauty