Of knees, I have two
Symmetrically, left and right
Please, don’t fail me now
My body ages
A kink here, another there
Knees are first to go
So I limp and gimp
Groaning from hither to yon
Do bees’ knees suffer?
So I tweaked my left knee somehow on Saturday, and I’ve been hobbling around feeling sorry for myself. I’m sure it just needs a bit of rest. Maybe I should elevate it and drink wine.
I’ve never claimed to be a professional photographer, roaming around with my trusty iPhone and snapping anything that catches my eye. Today’s snapshot, my 100th, is evidence of my lack of skills; however, I couldn’t resist asking this inscect if he’d “Bee My Only 1(00).”
He was really digging into this tasty flower, so he never answered. I took his silence as affirmation.
Peace and pollen, people!
bright flame draws the moth
fleeting flicker captivates
brief celebration
plumage speaks volumes
come to me sweet lady bird
dance within my wings
bright blossoms to bees
irresistable teases
purple siren call
silly little bee
the daisies on my tee shirt
offer no pollen.
buzz on along bee
i’d rather not swat you, friend
but the flower’s fake.
blazing day heat bee
seek your blossoms in the shade
purple hibiscus.
Praying for Eyebrowz 