Today’s choice

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Paul Loney

BIG BLISS

i was standing
very still
my mind

on the mundane
when a bee
hit me

smashed
right into my chest
oh! immediately

i got a burst of
bush fragrance
musk & sweet &

slightly eucalypt &
delicate
& wild

sense jumped off
the sprocket / turned
inside out & oh!

i mmmagined
i was hit
by another bee

& another bee
&& bees
hitting me

a bee particle collider
blossom bomb
& fertile more

&& fast more
&&& like all things!
every once!

 

Paul Loney was born in Northern Ireland and emigrated to Australia when the Troubles started, and has lived and worked in various places around the world, so has a hybrid perspective of his cultural origin and multiple lived experiences. And is delighted that poems can come from just standing at a bus stop.

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