curiosity

Here's another poem I just wrote:

in the loneliness of the slaving ant
like a drone mindlessly toiling on
one finds sanctuary in the thought of rest
only to be disappointed by the next task

yet when the gift of sleep is granted
like a stork bringing in a basket
the overjoy in disbelief is overdone
by the rush of fatigue like a flash flood

then the clouds subside and pass away
which is the gloomy dawn of day
the awakening of the lifeless mind
is as futile as lost treasure to find

for as long as the enigma lies fallow
the curiosity fuels the passion to discover
the unknown secrets that rest dormant
in the books that wait to be written

Buzzing Bee

here is a poem I wrote the other day:

buzz goes the bee who sits in the tree
searching for the vein of gold in the meadow
with a glint in the sun light he takes flight
to investigate the case of pollen so sweet

but only a false alarm, such a pity
just another event in the series of the day
so, not discouraged, a new search begun
in an endless gaze into the void of space

one’s life is such as these
the story of the buzzing bee
the superficial strife and worry
which has no consequence in life’s flurry

henceforth for many morrow
the monotonous busy sorrow
glazed over by the pollen of distraction
that occupies the hollowness of every faction