…
{I}
A brazen bumblebee interrupts the breeze,
holds court with low-lying clouds
and consorts with our lonely azaleas.
The sun is none the wiser.
{II}
The sky is falling, perhaps. Or sighing,
lying itself flat with cobalt glee. Have we
bumbled this? we ask of clouds, while
a brazen bumblebee interrupts the breeze.
{III}
Mumble me some small lullaby, as
a brazen bumblebee interrupts the breeze,
flying right into the face of a shrouded,
fading moon. We’ll be home soon.
{IV}
Golden in its own bright lonely skin, the sun
mumbles in, falling perhaps, with glee –
a brazen bumblebee interrupting the breeze.
The day’s abuzz with salt, and song.
…
prompted by Quickly.
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This is delightful, and such a charming storyline, too!
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Just a wonderful buzz. Really I don’t see it being too long. I like how you took the bumble tumble through the lullaby and setting sun.
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Each one is lovely on its own – and together they tell a bumble buzzing story!
I love this: “lying itself flat with cobalt glee”
Goodness de!! You worked magic of Q’s formula!! Love your repeating line and the way you wove it in so well. 🙂
I like the repetition as well.
“mumble me some small lullaby” – I love that. Also “the sun mumbles in” – I guess I just love that word mumble! And of course your final line!
So, so Lovely–golden in its own bright lonely skin, and the sun is none the wiser–no bumbling here, just buzzing with beauty and nimble wordplay 😉