Buttercup,
I am the fluxing
structure that connects.
You and I are a universe,
...
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A Bee Reflects On The Whole Shebang A shiny bee flew o'er the sea but couldn't see what it might be amid the endless web of life because a blazing buttercup alone upon some far hillside, reflected such a charge of light the sea, the sky, were so lit up it took the bumble's breath away
- and momentarily its sight - while it was buzzing through the air its course locked on some distant bloom without the slightest sense of doom or notion that its humble role might be so crucial to the whole.
Your different interpretation of " reflect" got me thinking about how such a bee might see or be seen: above.
p.p.s. i think buttercups reflect, but doubt bees do so much.
Hi Bri. Assuming you're being serious: I didn't mean " reflect" in the light bouncing sense; I meant it in the " thinking" sense, by means of personification, in order to present an imagined bee's eye/mind-view of their current predicament - according to some humans who believe the bee population is under serious threat, with all that that may mean for life on the planet generally... pollination matters apparently...
" " Build Me Up Buttercup" is a song written by Mike d'Abo and Tony Macaulay, and released by The Foundations in 1968..." flux: " treat (a metal object) with a flux to promote melting." i like a couple of alliterations i found, but, honestly, this dosen't " float my boat" , tuna or otherwise. : ( bri :) p.s. i see some other readers liked this piece. i don't get Mair's stuff as i recall. Am i " dense" ? maybe.
I remember that song well, Bri.. it was a hit over here too. Flux, like many words, as you'll know, can have many meanings. I was using it in its " change/changing" sense - as per the common phrase " state of flux" . And " change" is broad enough to include the modifications of evolution and the multiple ways in which evolution solves the problem of promoting survival in a changing environment...
Here the bond between lovers sparks imaginings that range from honey gathering to the creation of a small cosmos. High tribute indeed!
Perhaps " Buttercup" is the nickname of a special someone. The important thing is the dalliance with words, the fleeting seeds, the flowing into flower, the compounding of flickers. It all fits together. (I also wrote a poem that mentions the buttercup. See my WHICH COLOR 2)
Buttercup, we are flickering, though a long darkness, through our lonely selves..we are the fleeting seeds....... a fine philosophy. from a reflection of the bees you have the rare ability to jump into a great philosophy. enjoyed reading you.
Bri, your comment re a differing usage of " reflects" got me thinking about how I could use it. " But, is it poetry" he cries, " or simply doggerel in disguise? "