Place me amongst the flowers,
in the midst of petals glorious.
In my next life I shall be a bumble bee,
the queen, of course.
I shall meander regally
from one beautiful blossom to another –
savoring nature’s sweet nectar,
buzzing to my heart’s content.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today De asks us to include the word “place” in our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title.
Photos taken on Saturday, just outside the high-rise building we live in, in the heart of Boston.
lillian the home poet 
I smiled at “the queen, of course.”🐝
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So did I when I wrote it! 🙂
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Oh, this is incredibly lovely!
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Thank you, Nicole!
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bravo for using it as a verb – so well placed!
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Glad you enjoyed!
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Ohhhh. This gave me such a glorious little poetry buzz, Lill. Thank you! 🙂
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Always happy to hand out a little buzz!
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Amazing flowers in the poem and the images, Lill! I love that you want to be queen bee!
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When we were first married, 54 years ago, we lived next to a couple – her called her the Queen Bee. If you asked him about something, re about the kids or the house etc, he’d always say, “Well, that’s a question for the Queen Bee!” I’m only a Queen Bee in this poem 🙂
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Pretty flowers and lovely vision. I can see you there, Lillian.
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Even though we live smack dab in the city of Boston, across the way from Mass. General Hospital, we have a beautiful green area around our building and the flowers are always gorgeous!
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Lucky you!
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A bumble bee, a queen of course. Love this!
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So glad you enjoyed, Grace!
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Of course, the queen bee! How lovely, Lill!
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Of course! 🙂
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Such gorgeous flowers, Lillian, and you made me long to be among them. I smiled at your queen bee of course. 🙂 (Though it’s the workers who are in the blooms.)
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Well…..I figure even a queen sometimes has need to get out and “smell the roses” so to speak! 🙂
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Hahaha. Yes.😊
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😊 and why not
much♡love
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What beautiful blooms in Boston! Smiles to you, Lillian 🙂
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Indeed! A glorious life that would be. I enjoyed this very much.
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We’ve only had daffodils, tulips, and grape hyacinths come out in our gardens so far here in Wyoming. We’re behind you in Boston. Looking forward to seeing the bees and butterflies and many more flowers. Thanks for the pictures and your poem!
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I love it! You would make a great queen bee!
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ha – I love this and why not be the queen bee in a busy city? I haven’t been to Boston in a while. I am thinking of taking a trip there soon to visit relatives.
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Hmm, I’d never thought of being a bee! A perfect next life to meander through the garden. Nice one, Lill.
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Idyllic Q, Lillian!
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Ah! My heart now longs for spring. (Winter has just begun here.)
This is so very lovely!
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Sweetness and light, that’s what I pick up from this delicate little poem. Nice!
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Now see, I thought the Queen never gets to stop and smell the roses. But that was the result of my thinking. I then read that a waking Queen bee will have used up all her nectar stores surviving the winter and will immediately fly the nest seeking nectar rich flowers to get her through the spring. Just like a Queen, gettin the fresh flowers first!! 🌸
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