Ars Poetica, Version B by Bob Langill









Ars Poetica, Version B

by Bob Langill


A poem should not mean,

but bee.

Wasp not,

It still must buzz and hover

and otherwise irritate us;

Hang at the edge of earshot

and dive back at awkward moments

When life has loaded our hands

and we can't easily swat it away.


And while we may savour the sweetness

Accumulated from their collections,

The true destination of their

Long, dusty journey through time

Is to make the world bloom.