Trees adorned
Little beaded reds;
Tomorrow’s flowers.
Fruit of possibilities
Each seed;
A future life.
Fallen unfortunately;
Decay, or live.
Either, a new birth.
2020, Deeya Nambiar
Category: Nature Poem
Bee at Work
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Bee at work,
Quite at work;
Awakening flowers,
Flower to flower, pollinating;
Pollens of life, mediator to life.
Some buzz, others hum;
Some watch, others still;
My vision blur the visual thoughts in the
Flight of a striped bee
Aligning, and descent in a rhythm;
A motion in a dance with
A tiny stretch of hind legs.
A second passes, and its motion
In a rhythm of ascend, aligning
Flower to flower, pollinating;
Pollens of life, mediator to life.
Quite at work,
Bee at work.
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2020, Deeya Nambiar
My heart goes to the dedicated, hard working bees on World Bee Day, 2020
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Going Solo
I see,
sea around
Calm to clouds
Water they share
Rains spoke not a word.
Trees fresh green watch
Droplets through spread feathers, black
White dome, a standstill globe
I take control from atop
Rains spoke not word.
Illusions of power and strength
I sense from where I sit tall and proud
That's the universe of acceptance
A little ruffle is simply harmless
I see!
A crow that I am
Free I feel as I fly and perch...
Only a few worried glances at times;
At times, my curiosity gets misrepresented
Irrational as it may sound,
Wonder aloud "why me"often;
Why judge me by tales of good and evil?
Only a few loving eyes glance,
No, they look at me, and I speak,
"Like you, I search my reality."
Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
