“Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.”~Mary Kay Ash
Imperfect by design
Ungainly sporadic jerks define gawky movements
Flawed in nearly every way
A veritable outcast
Among hive-minded conformity
Blissfully ignorant of the overwhelming odds
Heedless of the scrutinizing critics
Who see only inevitable failure
Unaware of its own limitations
In the face of impenetrable skepticism
And aesthetic superiority
And because necessity is the mother of invention
And inspiration the father of hope
The bumblebee flies anyway
Thus the intangible becomes thinkable
The execution of such an absurdity, doable
The lofty goals to which one aspires, attainable
And the bumblebee flies on.
Ungainly sporadic jerks define gawky movements
Flawed in nearly every way
A veritable outcast
Among hive-minded conformity
Blissfully ignorant of the overwhelming odds
Heedless of the scrutinizing critics
Who see only inevitable failure
Unaware of its own limitations
In the face of impenetrable skepticism
And aesthetic superiority
And because necessity is the mother of invention
And inspiration the father of hope
The bumblebee flies anyway
Thus the intangible becomes thinkable
The execution of such an absurdity, doable
The lofty goals to which one aspires, attainable
And the bumblebee flies on.
~Sarah K. Jenison, MI
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xoabb
expect anything!
Photos: CT, 7/3/9
I like your Ode to a Bumblebee this morning, Annie!
ReplyDeleteHave a beautiful one.
so true and so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh, love both poem and photos! Well done!
ReplyDeleteWell done, what a lovely way to begin my Sunday ...
ReplyDeletegorgeous shots and words
ReplyDeleteBeautiful shots! And bumbles are my favorite bees 'cause they rarely sting and I'm allergic :)
ReplyDeleteLove these photos of the wild rose. And Mr. Bee...stay away from me for it can be deadly.
ReplyDeleteWe set a record low here on 2nd of July. Ice on the deck and frost on everything else. Needless to say - all the flowers are taking a terrible beating. It has been frost and frost and more frost. Now ice!
ReplyDeleteWhat summer? What bees? What flowers?
Just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThose roses are so pretty and your ode to the bee is very apt. Amazing little creatures. Terrific photos of them.
ReplyDelete'And the bumblebee flies on. . .' a serenely lovely post. Thank you.
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