Dead bee in her hand
lovely furry miracle.
'No buzz buzz! ' she weeps
enormous tears plop on bee
as if her grief could save him.

*******

Child holding hailstone
in her tiny hand as big
a mystery as...
magnificent as any
jewel...magic in her eyes.

*******

No sigh of Mr.
Bee...only his busy buzzing
he lost in flower.
Finally bee’s bum comes out
covered in yellow pollen.


*******

First hailstone & then
another & another
doing Beethoven’s
5th Symphony on tin roof.
And then...a shower of applause.


*******

I THINK SHE’LL MAKE IT!

Her doll with cracked skull!
Obviously...emergency!
She cries as I pour
more sawdust into her head
tape it in place with band-aid.

*******

Both her doll & she
falling asleep in the shade
both...closing their eyes.
Now – only doll wide awake
gazing at her sleeping child.

*******

My bike on its back
wheels up in air like a dead bug
getting puncture – fixed.
So fascinated...spins wheels.
Bike now...an amazing toy.

*******

Butterfly tiptoes
between raindrops...careful
not to awaken
flowers that have gone to sleep
dreaming that it is raining.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hailstones-and-bumblebees-tankas-for-imogen/