Swaying, Swaying in the Breeze
By: Michael Bobb
About The Poem
It was a slightly windy day and I was walking down the garden path. As it were, I saw a few flowers moving back and forth, and a bumble-bee lighting on one, then another. All the time this was happening my mobile phone was on video mode, capturing the scene. The next morning this imagery was still in my mind, and so I wrote the whole poem before breakfast. I also made a video of myself performing the poem.
The Poem
Swaying, swaying in the breeze
Dancing, dancing beneath tall tree
Moving another way in slight air
So handsome, so pretty, so fair
Hues and shades, rare and fine
What invention, what design
Humble, humble busy bee
Buzzing, buzzing gay and free
Where next, where will he settle?
Landing randomly on the petal
Gathering nectar as he goes
In the garden, in the meadow
Again and again the soft wind eases
Blowing, not blowing when it pleases
Delicate flora ambles in time
Every gesture wild and sublime
Swaying, swaying in the breeze
Dancing, dancing beneath tall tree
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