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Mower Power

A small bee flew up to me -- buzzing, all a-fuss in my face: myself, about to clip a flowering weed~ using fancy, dynamic, power mover -- apparently, the bee hadn’t yet finished his morning shopping hour…. The mower wants to slice -- the point of the bee, better think twice… blades and weeds and dominant man from the little prick I wisely ran….

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Date: 2/22/2024 10:17:00 PM
I'm laughing. I like this humor. Well writ.
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Joe Dimino
Date: 2/24/2024 5:09:00 AM
Hi Hilda; so pleased I made you chuckle -- can't be serious all the time. Blessings.
Date: 2/22/2024 11:57:00 AM
Interesting poem.. The imagery of the bee buzzing "all a-fuss" in the poet's face matched with the impending action of the "fancy, dynamic, power mover" mower creates a tension between the natural world and human intervention. The bee, engrossed in its "morning shopping hour," symbolizes the delicate balance of life and the importance of coexistence.... Very clever Joe
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Joe Dimino
Date: 2/24/2024 5:10:00 AM
Thank you so much, Si, for flushing out this work, and bringing much to Light. Blessings my friend.
Date: 2/22/2024 11:01:00 AM
Dear Joe, You captured a simple yet profound moment in nature. The juxtaposition of the delicate bee and the powerful mower highlights the fragility of life and the importance of mindfulness in our actions. Your use of imagery and wordplay beautifully conveyed the tension between human intervention and the natural world. We need to pause, reflect, and appreciate the intricate beauty around us. - Great Poem! - Blessings, Daniel
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Joe Dimino
Date: 2/24/2024 5:13:00 AM
It's a delicate balance. I let the weeds in my front yard grow for a couple weeks, because they had pretty purple flowers that the bees seem to love -- made a bigger chore for myself, but it was worth it I think. Blessings my friend.

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