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06 April, 2021: Honeybee

Read a Poem


By Star Anderson

Looking out of my window
I take in the big picture
Bathed in the sun's pink glow
Lost in nature's scripture

In pursuit of purpose a lone bee
Moves from one flower to another
Seeming to hover languidly
Providing and taking succor

The individual is the collective
One mind one body one soul
So, no one ever questions
Working toward a common goal

Crazy to think a honeybee swarm
May hold the key to our survival
In the midst of this global warm
Pray our hands not remain idle

"HoneyBee" by Star Anderson, from Under the Blossom that Hangs on the Bough: Pollination Poems. Ed. RC Wilson. Kent State University, Wick Poetry Center. 2020. Used by permission of the author.
Star Anderson began writing at an early age and over the years continued writing and honing her craft. She eventually combined her love of music to produce song lyrics and enhance the lyricism of her poetry. Star often performs at local venues and has been published in many print and digital publications. For the past year Star has shared her talents via social media with the goal of growing her audience in anticipation of releasing her first book of poetry. She also enjoys other artists’ work for invaluable mutual feedback and support. Find her on Facebook at @Staranderson01 and at these sites: Instagram: @Staranderson01, LinkedIn: @Star Anderson, Twitter: @Star_Anderson01, and YouTube: @Star Anderson Poetry

Write a Poem

Begin a poem with the arrival of an unexpected package.
Shannon D.
Tires screech an engine stops
A man in blue with a package
Due to 2020 I watch and peer
seeing it placed at my door.
What is it I wonder, did anyone order
Maybe a gift how thoughtful
Unexpected packages are full of surprises
I examine carefully full of anticipation
It’s safe and I bring it in
A gift from a friend, what we all need right now
The gift of kindness YES!
My favorite!
Unexpected package, blessing in disguise 😊
4/9/2021 12:57:25 PM

at 21 years
it still doesn't get easier
I still miss having you around
if you ask me,
the box
was pretty but
blatantly void of you
4/8/2021 12:29:36 AM

An Unexpected Package

It came unexpectedly
With no return address
A small item
to count my heartbeats
and measure my soul
Will it tell me
-Who I love?
-How much I love?
-How many miles I have walked today
and what I found in my exploration?
A small item
but one that shows
the anxious concern
of my daughter-in-law
during this uncertain time
4/7/2021 1:19:27 PM

The package arrived battered and tattered and torn.
Unsure of what was inside I moved around it,
Cautiously examining all sides.
Would it explode?
Would it poison me?
Would my life change forever if I looked inside?
It sat for days, and weeks, and months, and years,
Until I combed gray hair.
Until I walked with stooped shoulders.
Finally, as my days dwindled I decided to open the package, cutting the twine that bound it and carefully tearing away the brown paper wrapper that had begun to crumble with age.
Inside were my dreams, those that I cherished as a young woman, those that I had never visited again once I "grew up."
And I cried for the time I had lost, for the adventures I had not lived, for the me that never was.
4/7/2021 10:46:42 AM

Ashleigh Schwochow
I heard your words and they bounced in my head for hours, minutes, days, an infinite everlasting eternity of time.

I’ve ruminated them, over chewed them, spat them up, redigested them, and let them tie knots in the pit of my stomach.

And when the words try to come out of my mouth, they’re just as twisted as the knots that were holding them.

Just when you think you have all the moves figured out, one unexpected delivery of words strung together in an unfortunate way is enough to remind you of your infallibility.

It’s too easy to forget what this feels like when the world is right, so for all those in between please rest easy and sleep tight.
4/6/2021 11:12:41 PM

Saw the pictures
Modesty force my eyes closed
Before I peeked again
Giggling, curious

Picture worth 1,000 words
Still can't tell the whole story
The sight, yes
But what about touch, taste and smell?

Drive some crazy
Control over many
No turning back
Savor every moment

Long time coming
Long time since I last
Long time unit I
Again open that beauty
4/6/2021 10:44:38 PM

A Package Arrived

(A Skinny Poem)

A package arrived, unexpectedly, near the door. I almost tripped.


I almost tripped. A package arrived. Unexpectedly, close to the door.

© Tovli 2021
4/6/2021 3:42:07 PM

Erroll H
Unexpected Delivery (Deliver Me)

I don't remember
the order, but I'm glad
it came. Full hands, full hearts.
Amazon, our modern God.
4/6/2021 1:56:35 PM

Mary M Chadbourne
Star, I admire the accessibility of your poem and its crucial message. Its appeal to child or adult in its rhythms, rhymes, and focus, here in April, speak to the need for love of all, great and small, to stay whole.
4/6/2021 1:08:18 PM

Sierra Polsinelli
A surprise Package

It was unexpected,
by its source and by its content.
A journey into my past.

Childhood treasures
well worn.
She saved them all this time?
Childhood letters
long forgotten.
Did she cry when she read them?
Childhood memories
the last remnants.
Was this her last hold on our past?

Some I kept.
A reminder.
There were some happy times.
Best to remember those.
4/6/2021 11:34:48 AM

Bill Ritz
Forgotten Order

I had forgotten the order.
It was placed in the mail last year.
Now this small box was delivered,
and where it has been is not clear.

Tearing it open: first filler.
Then papers not welcome to read.
Oh, where is the full collection
Of meaningless stuff of no need?

Alas, at the very bottom;
How can this be the complete set?
After all this time in waiting,
Is this all I’m supposed to get?

Oh, such a terrible ripoff.
What a waste of my money spent.
If ever I learn this lesson:
What is wanted is seldom sent.
4/6/2021 11:32:22 AM

I enjoyed the poem as it evolks thoughts of the change in seasons. A hopeful air summer around the corner. Just as some are aware of the collapse of bee populations and the existential threat humans face. The choice of the nonthreating honeybee was clever. We continue to work hard and industrious as a 'busy bee'. Building to an ending with a plea to consider working toward our survival.
4/6/2021 11:00:15 AM

Carol Laursen
It seemed to come from nowhere,
but how could it? It
came from the moment before.

Womb of this moment
nestled in all the movements
that precede the arrival
of a small brown package.

Movements of mind,
of hands cutting and folding
the left over sack,
taping to make the protective
skin that holds the name.

My name, together with a number
and an unfamiliar city, brings
the rounded balls of sugar, eggs and flour,
transformed by temperatures that would
melt my skin, her skin, our skin.

The gift of a mother
who didn’t want me to
4/6/2021 10:45:52 AM

sharon bell
Turtle in a Box

The box was sitting on my desk
Nothing remarkable,
Postmarked Pakistan.
I worked through the layers.
Packages on my desk were nothing new.
I cut through tape,
opened flaps,
dug through stiff brown paper.
To find a smaller box,
the size that a ring might come in.
So now things,
were getting more interesting.
I slowed down,
lifted the lid.
A small bronze turtle.
Intricately molded,
funny face,
stared up from,
crinkly gold paper.
A turtle…
Only one person,
A turtle…
And I finally knew.
A long ago lover,
who had to leave.
Still thought of me.
4/6/2021 10:41:16 AM

"The individual is the collective
One mind one body one soul
So, no one ever questions
Working toward a common goal"
Our country's citizens should be like bees.
4/6/2021 10:24:52 AM

Leigh-Anne M Dennison
This is a beautiful poem, and I appreciate both the meaning and the creative structure. I am wondering if the word "do" is missing from the final line -- as it would help with both meter and meaning. If it is a poetic choice, I understand -- just curious.
4/6/2021 10:21:33 AM


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