04.25.07
To a Little Bee
Here is something I uncovered from my old files and I myself cannot believe I wrote this circa 2004. Of course, it is silly and strange… but then, we all are in many points of our lives.
A Little Bee’s Role in the Candor of My Senses
What is this I hear?
When did the convivial violin begin to
mock in my ear?
Was it when the viola’s subdued
utterance answered the cello’s
melancholy?
Or was it when the piano became
intensely emulous for an impossible
vibrato on a high note?
Oh, gentle voice! While the instruments
are absorbed in their own symphonies,
you comfort me.
‘Tis in thee that I find my harmony.
What is this I see?
Is Mona Lisa’s smile teasing me?
A cumbrous gray cloud has shrouded
my starry night!
My Thinker, please contemplate on my
dimmed eyesight.
I have expended my time on
impressions that are surreal!
You, my Art, have come to make me real.
I have tasted the throes from Whitman’s
pent-up aching rivers,
And swallowed the words of poor
infatuated lovers.
Sugary fools, your carelessness has left
a gall in my belly.
Why is it that most people hunger only
for elements that they see?
One has come craving for my mind and
heart therefore I savor euphoria.
My sweet truth, I am a fool, but you are
ambrosia.
The stench of illusion!
It brings indubitable confusion.
Lungs asphyxiate with perfumed lies.
Living in honesty, anybody hardly tries.
But my olfactory perception has found a
hopeful scent,
An aroma through which sincere love is
sent.
Finally, this is how I feel.
I have encountered donkeys and a fork-
tongued eel,
Princes and paupers offering deals,
and even a monster greedy for a meal.
They have bitten; they have marred my
confidence.
But little bee, by renouncing your sting,
I am healed by your diligence.
