(an accidental Haiku*)


Did nothing today

but look at the busy bees.

Busy, busy bees.


*I wrote this poem in one go, by accident as it were, one sunny afternoon, as I was draped over the railings on the back landing, having a quiet smoke, with the budgie chirrupping in it’s cage and the green & golden foliage

dipping and nodding in the gentle breezes,

and dropping a golden mist

of pollen & petals all around me,

when I chanced to make the above remark concerning my own general lack of achievement that day, bar my current minute observation of the industrious bees swarming about me,

an amusingly ironic juxtaposition.**

Gosh, I thought drowsily, that sounds like a Haiku. Upon counting off the syllables I discovered that, yes, it was a Haiku,

spontaneously generated in the depths of my brain.

“The Bees, of course, are a metaphor”,

I explained to the Budgie,

“for all the busy things

all over the World.”

“Chirrp,”she replied.

**This sentence is dedicated to the writings of Charles Dickens.



The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,

Secretary of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc.,

and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism.

His name is Legend.


~ by reverendhellfire on March 22, 2020.

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