Poems by
Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis WHEN I PAUSE TO READ A BOOK When I pause to read a book, I’m in transit— I go to other places that will steal All senses pulsating, and I love it— I must first use radar to scan its field. When I read a book, I tune out to tune in To what’s happening; but there’s more to it Than technicalities of the art, Now and then I’ll find new words of worth. When I read a book, I’d rather it be mine: My pen is poised; I’ll write notes where I choose And reflect, or glance to see of chores, It’s like tuning out to tune in again.
THE SOLEMN LIVES OF BEES
When I read a book, I’m in two places at once, It’s like seeing two presents at a glance: One so captivating, I’ll dive in, But then I look to see everything.
History, mystery, and strength come to mind When I think of bees.
When I read a book, there’ll be repetition When I stray, I’ll see my own life in verse: What was, what is, what things should be first— All in all there’ll be sweet inspiration When I pause to read a book.
Undisturbed, they’ll tend their own business Without any pseudo fear.
B is for brutality to some bees. B stands for black obsidian like gem of honeybees. B is for invisible bloodshed some of us never see. I think of the bold, the beautiful family of bees Spreading love like honey all across the globe. Bees are as boundless as time; Their language you can comprehend, because Nature has it: bees were first in our world. B is for bright works saving at least one soul. B stands for the blind tasting honey then doing what was right. B is the queen bee venerated by all. Black, brown, and yellow bees of profound givens; It takes an extraordinary sensuous person to fully Understand them. The solemn lives of bees have been underestimated Down through the passage of time, but no weapon Formed against them shall prosper.
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