Lasting Peace
Adventures in the animal kingdom
Hi!
This is the 100th edition of Walter Writes Words. Yay!
Now, Poem:
This Poem Presents the Reader with a Metaphor for Peace I saw two bumbles being bees in the same bush and I thought, “Look, a metaphor for peace.” Then the one who hungered for more jumped on the other’s flower where they tangled for its nectar, a buzzing battle backgrounded by pink petals and swaying greens in motion by the breeze and warring bees until one succumbed to the supreme and the other wobbled to another flower. A status quo established, two bumbles being bees in the same bush and I thought, “Look, a metaphor for peace.”
Thank you, person who reads my words, for reading my words. Honestly, I would probably still write them even if you weren’t reading them (with a few exceptions), but I think the difference between mad, wordy ravings and art might be that art is shared and interpreted by others. I appreciate the grace and love you have as you interpret my words and do the appreciation half of the art process. I hope that my words have brought and perhaps will again bring your attention to some small or overlooked wonder in your life, but even if they haven’t or won’t, I hope they bring you some joy, some companionship, or an invitation to venture into the weird or absurd. If you’re here for the first time or only subscribed to this free email around edition fourtysixtysomethingoranother, check out the archive. There are 99 more of these odd little word things and, in my opinion, each is worth a read. If you regularly read these words, I invite you to invite others into this wordy space of word reading. One of my dreams is to one day overhear two strangers arguing about the correct genre of Sleepless in Seattle and one of them refers to my August 2023 piece on the movie. But I would settle for hearing any stranger reference any aspect of Walter Writes Words. You could be the person who shares my words with that imaginary stranger. That’d be beautiful.
in wordy wordiness,
Walter

Here with you, brother!
I love this poem! I can actually see the bees and the flower and the breeze..... :)