Friday, May 10, 2013

A Mystery (poem)

Original digital art from an original photo, "Pony Romp". Copyright 2012 by RLMT/blog-author.


A Mystery





Do Bumblebees

     Sleep in the rain?

Do they shower and snore

          With a rainbow before

Pulling petals

     Up tight beneath chins?



The rainbow is sure

     To share its colors anew

Each time the flowers

          Dance under summer showers

The music all played

     In wind.



While the impossible wings

     No longer hum

To carry the impossible aloft,

          From city to croft

The children all sing

     Of the bumblebee's love.



From the wilds of the barnyard

     Comes a dancing mambo string

Of pony hooves lacing the air

          No gypsy's fine fair

Could parade with such sparkle

     Nor could racers do more to display.



The impossible horse

     On impossible feet

Waltzing without mathematical design

          Makes the scientist resign

To see magic alive on the hoof

     In the form of the horse.



A field of daisies and timothy grass

     A haven, a heaven to know

Where the bumblebee may sleep

          The birds of the field do cheep

And glorious horses run

     On impossibly tiny quick feet



I look for impossible clues

     Amid beauty and color,

The impossible blooms,

          The mystery resumes,

And all of nature's design

     Is genius true in its grace.



A ride on the horse is impossible yet

     It makes my heart play tunes

Seeking one chance

          To visit in trance,

One solitary creature asleep.

          ...Do bumblebees sleep in the rain?

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