I wish you could see the hummingbird,
oscillating wings invisible
against the red glass feeder.
Hanging suspended, parallel,
a needle puncture takes a sip.
They really do hum--
the playing card clipped to a bike spoke,
folded paper threaded through a fan,
a garden windmill spinning on the breeze.
Finished, he sews a zigzag stitch,
looping up to stab himself
into a cotton-cloth sky.
Lovely. That's all.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Simon.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful description of the wings beating and of the way it darts off to the sky. I COULD see it and hear it.
ReplyDeleteScarey about the lightning fires you mentioned in your last post! Amazing that you were affected 400 miles away!
ReplyDeleteAnd beautiful poem, Liza! My daughters each wrote poems yesterday for a contest. I'm not really sure all that goes into making a poem come to life, but it was fun to help them.
Beautiful. Made me smile. We've only seen a couple of hummingbirds. Hope more will show up!
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Oh! That gave me shivers! Thanks for stopping by my blog today. I'm so glad you did! I'm following you now and look forward to reading more of your lovely writing. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Liza!
ReplyDeleteThanks you so much for visiting me today!! I love your outlook on life! You have a great blog and now I'm following!!
I wanted to invite you to join us at the Over 40 Bloggers Club!!
Take a look and let me know if you would like to be added to the list!
Also, come back and visit me tomorrow (Friday) and you'll find our Follow Friday 40 and Over!!
Have a great night!
Just lovely. And quite evocative. Well done, Liza.
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ReplyDeleteHi Liza!!
ReplyDeleteI added your blog to the Over 40 Bloggers List!!
Thanks for joining the party and I'm looking forward to our new friendship!
Ohhhh I forgot!!
ReplyDeleteCome and join the Follow Friday 40 and Over! Blog Hop!
Its a great way to get new followers!