Each Wednesday I post a photo that appeals to my poetic senses. I invite you to join me in writing a small poem, poem of presence, in the comments and support other writers with encouragement.
Today’s photo is by a local retired teacher photographer Lory Landry. We do not live in the Bluebonnet state of Texas; however, we have a neighbor who has successfully planted bluebonnets in a ditch near the road. I’m tempted every year to stop and romp through the flowers. It appears that Lory did just that and took her camera along. It takes a steady hand and skills to capture a busy bee.
Starburst blooms bluest
blue, gathers spring energy
buzz-bee sips sweet dewMargaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
so pretty. I love bluest-blue. They are inspiring.
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When icy mounds
refuse to disapear,
and temperatures drag race
up and down the thermometer,
I dream of bluebonnets
and search the barren plots of dirt
for signs of Spring.
Diane, I’m looking out the window at a snow-covered yard and flowerbeds, so your poem is spot on for this time of year. The temperatures drag racing up and down is such a fitting analogy for March weather.
May this year bring a
wave, a wave of bluebonnets
A hope tsunami
Margaret, the sounds in your poem are so sweet and remind me of that bee.
There once was a bee in a bonnet
that had so much nectar on it,
it drank with delight,
and buzzed out of sight,
streaking to the next bloom like a comet.
Ok, this is a little cheesy but “bee in a bonnet” had such rhythm, I couldn’t get a limerick out of my head.
Oh, my gosh! This is so clever! I love the bee in a bonnet.
I love a limerick. They are tough to write. You did it!
Having lived in Texas, I can confirm that there is nothing more beautiful than a field of bluebonnents… well, except for fields of tulips in Oregon. The enjambment of your lines made me pause and read your poem again. It works well.
Spring for the soul! Thank you, Margaret!