They Say Selfish like It’s a Bad Thing

I’ve been delighting in bees. So when my alarm reminded me *cough, cough, cough* that I was hosting the Weekend Mini-Challenge at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, bees—beautiful, glorious bees—were the first thing that came to mind. So yes, my Wicked Luvs, below is a wee bit of bee poetry.
bee on purple

“They Say Selfish like It’s a Bad Thing”

She flies alone. With lips
and legs covered in kisses
from her home-bloom.

When other flowers call her name,
“Come sit on us. Let us feel your tongue.
Stop flying for you, selfish thing,”

she flies alone. Thinking
of home-pollen sweet coating
her legs and smirking lips.

a wee note…

– I’m borrowing a few of Hedgewitch’s words to say that sometimes “poetic lightning [enjoys] striking twice”. She wrote “The Night Bee”, a poem inspired by the same prompt that birthed this one, a few days after I wrote my own contribution—she didn’t read my piece before writing hers. But the poems read like soul-sisters. Hedgewitch is one of the most ethical poets I’ve ever known, so she wanted to remove her piece from her blog. I requested she didn’t. I thought it would be interesting to share one of those moments when two different minds swim in the same creative waters without being aware of each other’s presence. If you have a chance, read “The Night Bee”. It’s freaking yummy.

61 thoughts on “They Say Selfish like It’s a Bad Thing”

  1. I don’t call that selfish… I call that smart… She is doing what she feels is best for her… by being independent, she doesn’t have to account to anyone… No judgments are made of her, no stress is created… I think those that rush to judgment feel inferior, lack confidence to be like that bee… She’s in control!… More power to her 🙂

    • I completely agree. Society often puts down those who take care of themselves first. They must’ve never flown in a plane. If they had, they would know that without caring for yourself first you can’t save anyone else.

      • Speaking of saving oneself… I still remember when my Grandma told me the time she took a drink of water first before offering it to my mom (when she was a child)… They had gotten to their destination and they were thirsty.. I know she felt the guilts especially when she just randomly brought it up… My Grandma said she rushed to get water and I can imagine my mom just looking at her….

  2. “Flowers call her name” is a great phrase.

    You have fantastic readers, too. They always add such beautiful thoughts onto what you’ve written and give me a lot of additional images I might not have thought of on my own.

    • Your last sentence describes one of the things I love most about blogging–the things we help each other see. I’ve learned so much from the things you share, from how it is interpreted by your other readers… And goodness knows that many times I’m helped to see things in my own writing, which I didn’t know I had put there. 🙂

  3. It’s a sad world when the home folk don’t stand behind you. Nice write, Magaly, you wrote as if you have had great backing from yours.
    I like to see how the prompt writer handles her prompt. You did well by yours.

  4. Goodness Magaly–I had no idea we used almost the same opening/closing line and almost the same stanza form. I never read before I write to a prompt, but this is the first time I have ever come so close to another author’s words–so sorry and if you would like me to take mine down, I surely will. Your bee seems more flitty, whimsical and self-satisfied than mine, but I think they are still very closely related.

    • I thought yours was wonderful, and the fact that they were so much alike (I knew you hadn’t read mind yet) made me grin so much. I was waiting for you to read it and see what you would say. I hope you forget all about taking yours down. I think these two poems are a very good example of how we find soul-sisters all over the world. I love the fact that we touched on such similar motifs without consulting. It makes for a wonderful story, methinks. 🙂

      • It’s certainly an amazing coincidence, or else our mad little minds think along similar lines. Every so often Kerry and I have done this, varying who wrote first, neither reading, but never this exact! Thanks for being so gracious about it(because you know I would *never* deliberately do that) still, I probably should at least note on mine it was a cosmic lightning bolt striking twice. 😉

        • I like the idea of “a cosmic lightning bolt striking twice”. I will add a link to your poem, with a wee explanation. I think readers who like one will also like the other–their similarities and differences… and mayhap, appreciate the lightning as well.

  5. This is absolutely yummy writing, Magaly 😀 love the idea of flying solo ❤️ as the saying goes ‘you gotta do what you gotta do’ 😉 stunning title too! ❤️

    Lots of love,

  6. This reminds me of 2 things… 1 is Austin Powers saying BEEhave… the other is cosmic connections… soul sisters via poetry, oh my, what a glorious thread 🙂

Leave a Comment