#pollination
~
*Restless traveler
sit still,
and look pretty
under the apple tree
the interconnection,
your milligram smile,
best in motion,
you run with honey
you pond and stream,
rivers in your mouth,
the deep taste of survival,
so few will remain, after
the pollinator
with dizzy spells in flight,
a promise flits away
from your swear jar,
you and your wings
mean more to me
than milestones
of osmosis
But is it me
you'll really miss?*
~
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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Not Quite as Gregor Mendel Observed
Our cars are layered in pollen dust
That each old oak by nature yields
Especially on the poor windshields
Well-fertilized, and as nature must
By early summer –
Young windshields scampering across the fields
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC
Have you seen shell friend of mine,
How the world has changed?
How they treat the seas right now.
Nothing beautiful remains.
How all the oceans are full with dirt.
So many plastic things thrown in.
I’m very sad dear friend of mine
What they do is a sin.
All the fish are dying now .
Even turtles are suffocating too.
You’ll see where we’ll end soon.
They are so clever now.
With only brains and no feelings more
Their cleverness reach full circle now
I guess they are dumb again.
When ocean life will be no more.
They all will die slowly too.
Everything on earth will die
It will be the end of planet earth too.
Just hold my hand friend shell of mine we will die together too.
Shell✨🐚
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 5:28 AM UTC
Immersed in meadowfoam nectar
Deputised to cross the threshold
Feaster feeds a future
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
Okay honey
Let's spell pollinate
With a bit of math
Anther + stigma = fertilization
Let's pollinate for a spell
Under the quilt
Then over the river
And through the woods
Without any cover we go
Making babies in summertime
May we reap
What we sow
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
(And I've been picking dandelions)
The rush of wind chases a wayward cloud
Over the foliage's luscious green mounds
It billows on its good fortune allowed
Feeding flowers leave stock's
roots underground
Petals bloom; centered bud's pollinations
The sun burdens and caresses at once
The bumble lost its edge to pollutants
Overcome in the tepid meadows grace
The seasons start to grow long and narrow
Encompassing the changing of our times
within their altering breadths; to and fro
It's shown upon the rocks face's in tides
She's beauty, ruffling with sents of sweet dew
And in her pluck, spring has become renewed
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Found on the pavement
from fingertip to shoulder
laid out
stretched out
onto
a palm
like one of those beautiful
twisted
daisy heads.
Stroked hair behind an ear
and whispered
“you're fading out, honey”
and fire spread
from limb to the door frame
and you shut yourself out
downstream
cut the yarn with oversized scissors
and then
fingertip to shoulder
collarbone to knee,
waist to heel,
bent and folded.
They found you
like one of those beautiful
twisted
daisy heads.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
.
*Which crimson bud
doth burst forth white,
which lovely flower
doth perfume the night,
flourish and flutter
doth stamen and petal,
the bee upon beauty
doth gently settle.*
© Pagan Paul (15/08/18)
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
Pollinating a red flower in a frenzy, a blue butterfly ruminates:
"This act,a prompt, nature coincides with time,is hardly appreciated"
"You tickle me, in a way I haven't known ever,Yes, I love it"
twitching involuntarily the flower seems to hold on to that moment.
" After all, we couple in the interest of posterity, let's not forget"
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
*In splendid repose
One blooming rose lies gleaming
Hummingbirds kiss her
The wind whispers their secrets
As the pollen keeps drifting*
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
the air seized it’s chance today screaming
**** me!”
and every seed burst
obligingly in a torrent of stars and silken hope
yet a mere quarter hence
the deciduous mantle will slip, dowager dry and lentigo browned,
to dance tiny pirouettes with devils of dust & grit
amongst a litter of sepia confetti as summer’s rusted brides fall
their contract fulfilled
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
A butterfly is beautiful until you feel you're sly,
moving close to touch her wings,
and then she may not fly.
But on her feet is magic that makes one flower,
two....
Disturbing the dainty butterfly
Means fewer blooms for you.
Wonder, gently.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC
We the hidden, now exposed
I cannot find my home.
My dance is despair,
All is salt-sweet, where is she
Who calls the us, the we?
Why do I fly
And where do I go?
The here is a tangle of
Too much bright delight
I fall, I fly, it is un-right
Lost, alone, I spin
Imploding from within
I have what we need
But the others are not here
Wet comes
In bitter spurts
And I know fear
I am afraid.
I had no need to know of this
Going, I, alone
Wings rip each drip
Oh, I go
We the hidden, now exposed
I cannot find my home.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
If you be the flower
I am the bee
Drawn to your delightful mystery
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC