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Placed Into a Box

I sat and wept at a brightness that was you: an autumn sun forlornly pouring
light on the corpses of the flowers — a thousand blossoms dead, with no roots.

Grave to decay, and no dreams.

I saw the artist paint his portrait, and wished to know how your eyes
grew clear and darkened at sight of his canvas, and how, at each stroke,
they searched for the clear water of your eye: were you thinking of me?

Or what?

Your poverty brought many, many gifts, which the artist and I,
having explored together that barren wasteland, as tourists through one dead spring,
took to Bali, for a holiday, that morning.

The darkness of the vacant land was covered with blossoms and yellow fruits.
The blackbirds that flew from tree to tree folded like aprons.
The birds all looked, above, like spiders’ threads.

I tried to imagine the inside of that bee, searching for the flower
with a tail, that flew away from him, yet who with it had already disappeared:
from which dark was a fire (Light in front, fire in back)

Or was it an illusion that would be blown away by the wind?
The honey-like fruit of the wild apple, turning dark
as the bee drank, or was devoured.

We all died that day, one after the other, and how they died, I can never know:
like the drop of water that is misted up and creates a sea of salt in the skies.

I saw it, and wept, for you were killed, and I thought of how much
you’d longed to go to the honey.
But how it must have been for you to die:

As the bee, all writhing,
Eaten away.

The bee, is what I remember most.
The bees were only like us.

They were trying to do the same thing as we did:
to make it all better.

Like me.

So I put you into a box, and wrote on the lid:

I shall go now, it is time.

:: 08.10.2022 ::


Cricket and Bee

The cricket woke me!

As it scurried by, I noticed it was wearing a cloth (as if it were a tail!).

I had no sense of what time it was, but I noticed it was (after all!) about daybreak.

(This was later told to me) that many bats are nocturnal, or else they are so easily startled, they flee to cover their heads and hide.

In their defense, I suppose it may well have been mid-afternoon, for there was a palpable somberness in the air.

But, I felt there was no time to lose. I was to find EROS and leave on my mission.

With some haste, I left the dark streets, and headed south. I walked along a dirt path, although I did not really know where it went or to go.

The area was shrouded in darkness (though there was just enough moonlight to see) and as I walked through a hedge of willows I felt disoriented and was careful to go very, very slowly (if not all in terror, I would surely turn to cactus!).

When I reached a “Road” I noticed it had a layer of pebbles on it, and walked past it, just in case there were some venomous snakes on that road. (At that point it would have been more like trying to get out of a sheet of plywood than to a mat of tinfoil!).

As I walked, it became more and more foggy, and though I could see quite a distance ahead of me, in all other directions it was pitch dark.

When I reached the far side of the light of day, I happened to look ahead of me.

In that brief moment, something fell down in front of me!

I saw it laying there, spread-eagled, but before I could move, it rolled right up onto its feet and began running towards me!

It had been a mosquito — and it had died — just because of me!

I was trapped in a painful searing haze of irritation.

I reached for a pocket knife from my pocket, and slowly began inching backwards.

I must not get trapped by the mosquito (i)n that maze!

I was already avoiding all sorts of vermin (e.g. earthworms, centipedes, snakes, scorpions etc) that night; why did it have to choose me!

So, I crawled backwards, very slowly, back to my camp spot.

I stood up, and in my irritation I drew a cross on my heart.

The mosquito landed on a rock, and I quickly looked around. There was no one around.

Then the mosquito’s wings swept over my head, and it disappeared down into the gloom.

I turned around, and began to head back.

But, as I walked, a dim, red light began to grow larger.

The light grew steadily, until it became a helicopter.

As it hovered in the sky, my exhaustion from the previous night began to grow.

The mosquito had chased me all the way to my spot, and was now guarding it!

And so I did what I had to do: I ran away, in a panic, back to my camp, where I found myself comfor(ing) again with the cricket.

I may have forgotten the sun was up that morning, for I was greatly exhausted.

But it was about that time I began to feel hungry, so I sat down at my cooking fire, and, while I ate, I watched the giant stone (that I had almost stepped on), turn slowly.

Eventually, it disappeared.

I then called out in triumph (albeit slightly in jest)

“It’s gone! I can go home now!

I can go back to sleep for the rest of the day!”

And the cricket replied:

“I’m so glad you could finally see that stone. I’m just happy to be here with you. Be sure you come back again and visit me some time!

(If you should find a bug in your hair, don’t scratch it, it will die! Just take me to its hiding place!).”

It may be hard to believe, but each and every cricket inhabits a different cave; though some are inside of rocks.

Some live in the stream that flows nearby,

and some live inside rocks.

But they all love to hang out together — all the insects in this area!

It’s a great group of friends, we spend all day in the cool of the cave,

and the nights are filled with nature’s best.

(These days the cricket — who I now know to be Augustus Insecta, was the only creature to come to my aid, and stand guard over my hut that night — and many nights thereafter.)

And, while I was happy to leave that place, I still took many souvenirs of it with me.

I used bits of it as walls and ceilings, and anything else I could take, and when I built my home at the foot of that giant stone, I built my roof out of it!

And, to this day, whenever I go up to the “Cockroach Tunnel,”

I still look back, and remember Augustus Insecta, who, I suppose, was the real hero of that place.

I know, I know, there’s a lot more to talk about, but I’ve only scratched the surface.

Those are just some quick observations about that particular cave.

There’s plenty more I could tell you, if you care to know.

But you have to start at the very beginning — where it all began —

and you have to come with me now! I’m happy to say I made it all the way!

That’s right — I can’t believe I’ve made it this far, but here I am.

It was a beautiful morning, and I was ready to escape the heat and sun and I figured I’d just walk around, open the gate, and take a look around.

I’d noticed some new flowers in the past days and wanted to see if there was anything interesting around the creek.

I headed up to the rutabagas, and there was something very strange about one that had suddenly bloomed, while I was gone.

I was flabbergasted by it!

Then, I heard a strange sound. It was coming from the pines!

I was so shocked, I forgot what I was looking for — and, it was too late to go back, so I went to see what I had found. I found it quickly, and it was indeed a bee.

But I could tell it was not a normal one. It was not fat, and there was no veil in its wings — I was amazed by its size! It was no bigger than the tip of my finger, but it seemed much, much taller. And, it looked almost as if it might fly away, but it sat on a leaf near the creek’s edge.

It sat there patiently, and then, it began to walk down the side of the hill, as if it was walking to meet me.

“Hi! Hi! I’m the Bee,” he said!

“I know you, I know you!” he said.

“I’ll tell you what I am — I am the longest living creature

who will ever exist. We share this earth with the other

creatures, but, only in relative terms, we have a lot more in common,

and they’re quite nice and useful.

// eprobles.com //


A LARGEST NIGHT

Mellifluous are the songs of moon
lit lips pressing a maddened
heart as mine!

This largest night ate the orchards
and prismatic towns by the shores
where waves say goodbye torturing
women who have lost their sailors
on calmer nights.

Instead of life the sea has come
has come to take from me
all i have called normality

what most who love may dislike
what some who hate may balance
i n l i f e :
a severe disinclination
or tolerance for such as me!

so cold are some it feels as stings
from a polar bee!

:: 09-08-2018 ::


GOLDEN BEE

(i could never hide
because)

i am libra
always drawn
toward your pain

allow my tongue
to lick the nectar
of your swollen soul

i am free of your lies
like Jesus not Galba
as a bee i vomit honey

so sweet you want
to die

i am a force un-wrecked
like water flowing through
steel or winter’s fire

i am the golden bee
i am free
i am free

of your lies

if you look into my eyes
what will you see?
no anger just spirit

it’s all you wish to be

more than a smiling face
on social media

i’m a spirit

a golden bee

i’m a spirit
of personality

:: 09-08-2018 ::


THE BRILLIANT HONEYBEE

deeply desire ,        my heart
unexplored! nothing lingers
the broad sword of life, cuts
pieces into  smaller moments;
moments that sometimes linger
make it so! that baby bees are
born within Spring!
i see you hold  the nectar of life
upon your tender tongue!
then pass that love to another one
;never spoiled–what nectar then
becomes honey for the hive!
i’m unexplored
by pheromone–
the honey bee
be brilliant!
:: 08-05-2015 ::

THIS NATION OF NATURE

when we like two cups upon the wind
twirling when like two flowers
colors and sun all within

we knew — and humans laugh
upon proposition they are
not only feeling beings

this Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life

and when dear i felt you
ready to pollinate
bursting vein of my flower

there! the bee comes
delicately licking love
she hungry-buzz –wink
of eyes Saying she:

not only feeling being
her Nation of nature
expands across the world
the united love of life

why not human? oh why?

:: 07-25-2015 ::


HONEY MADE IS HUNGRY

i too said a word
and you blushed:
we too seemed
rushed. I said
no word but held
the hand i saw
next to me,
trembling wishing
to be with me
And i do love
you! Me, the man
who may have seemed
to rush: but only
took this moment
for us. The hungry
bee buzzing in
your heart!

:: 07-05-2015 ::


SUN BEE SOON BE MY LIFE

To be-bee is buzzing
more sound and then
so loved by bearing
seldom than honey!
SO-be so bee be love
my pure nature-heart!

It’s mostly scent
upon the tip of a moon-
lit hungry heart!
than all the bee-life
is so richly sweet!

I see-me most insanely
and the biggest star
of life: sun ! — A N D
takes me-my soul away unto
that/WHEN all LIFE
which only is higher
than skies who drench
those fields of my heart!
remember::bees::me:: life!

:: 06-29-2015 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXVI

I think today I broke
a word in my ignorance!
I did the deed within my garden
I stabbed with spade
upon a letter within
the damp soil, lay the bee!
And in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder,
‘Oh! It cannot BE!’

:: – ::


ROBUST LOVER

SECRET dream I expected you!
this today I said to another
you would be here to explain
my strange being yesterday

What say you today my love!
do shadows flee in red love
and scamper about in weakness
say no because I know such love

Show your face in love flower
run with me across fire fields
smell my lust robust lover
fall upon my stems lower now

Kiss me petal flesh-see
touch my heart forever-be
hug me hot-bee sting stick
die love-bee with only-me

::01/13/2014::