Hummingbird
The thought makes
trembling so
incomplete, a consequence
of knowledge attained. I look out
and see leaves flitting in the dusk,
the air closing around them
like the mouth of an old well
swallowing light. Such
hunger we find difficult
to comprehend. The wind shivers
through our lives and repeats itself,
though differently each time.
Every departure is a return.
Beautiful. Thank you.
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Thanks very much. I’ve spent many hours watching these fierce, beautiful birds.
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simple elegant language explains the complexity of our senses. I daydreamed and treasured my moment here.
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Thank you! These birds inspire dreams!
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Very beautiful, I love this!
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Thank you, Ilse.
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I think these birds are beautiful, though we haven’t got them here, so sadly only seen them in photos and on videos.
“The wind shivers
through our lives and repeats itself,
though differently each time.
Every departure is a return.”
What haunting and profound words.
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They’re fascinating creatures. Much fun to observe. And thank you for your generous comment.
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They look so sweet! I love birds- such magical creatures.
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Every departure is a return…beautiful.
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Thank you, Sabra.
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Their movement is poetry I love to watch. Beautiful!
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Oh, yes!
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Beautiful and thought-provoking. Thank you, Robert. I have a fond memory of a hummingbird sitting on a rosebush in my yard, where he sang for 20 minutes after a rain. I’d never seen one be still for that long.
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They are beautiful! And have you ever seen their nests? Amazing.
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Once I lived in a condo complex where I could go to the 3rd floor and there was a nest with babies–incredibly cute!
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Very lovely.
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Thank you, Melissa.
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Wow, I’m speechless. The last bit about the wind shivers through our lives…differently each time–and the final line–exquisite.
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Thank you. Inspiration sometimes rests only a few feet away.
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I find that is so true also!
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Beautiful. I love your line ‘…like the mouth of an old well swallowing light’ sent me off into a nice quiet contemplation.
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Then I have done my job! Thank you.,
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If I listed all of the lines in this poem that I find meaningful, it would be a pure recitation. But those last few lines keep shivering through me like the wind. Thank you.
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You’re very generous, Jilanne. Thank you.
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Poetical philosophy. Nice work.
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Thanks, Mike.
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These photographs are spectular
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I wish I’d taken them. They’re from Morguefile.com, as are most of the good photos on this site.
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one of my favorite birds to watch. very nice.
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They are amazing, aren’t they?
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This is a lovely piece! Hummingbirds can be quite the muse; they seem almost like mythical creatures in some ways… My hummingbird inspired piece was published in Verse-Virtual last month, thought I’d share it with you :).
Perched
Garnet glass refracts the day
making my eyes squint to see
the buzzing wings, nearly silent.
Responding to the sweet scent,
timid and thin, the beak leans in
and sips syrup from the funnel.
For a split second the bird’s feet rest,
still to the touch, its weight unnoticed
by the dangling, sugar-filled container.
I don’t mean to, but I blink,
and the perch stands alone.
Here’s the link to my poems in their November issue: http://www.verse-virtual.com/trish-hopkinson-2014-november.html.
Thanks for posting such wonderful stuff!
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Thank you for your kind comment, Trish. And thanks for the link!
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Reblogged this on Trish Hopkinson and commented:
Lovely piece by fellow poetry blogger Robert Okaji. Visit his blog to read this and other well-written work.
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Thanks for reblogging!
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‘The wind shivers’ is my favorite line. Despite hummingbirds being tiny, the immense speed and strength of their wings creates a mini storm, where the air pulsate around them.
Always great work!
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We have mostly blackchinned hummers here. They’re very territorial and fierce, and fun to watch. They do live their lives at warp speed!
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Simply marvelous.The photograph with the sunbird and the Lantana plant doesn’t do justice to your words’ ethos.
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Thanks, Bart.
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This is so deep and good and visceral. I could feel that shiver.
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Thank you. I hope it was a pleasant shiver.
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The images are so allusive and refractory, I found myself looking this way, then that, and shivering in the wind within the poem. Very nice. Arresting.
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The hummers flit about here and there, much like my thoughts when writing!
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Thank you – had to FB
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Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it.
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Enchanting! This is wonderful. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Very beautiful poem. Love the imagery.
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I’m very pleased you found it so. Thank you.
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Nicely expressed about people and hummingbirds, too. Lovely photos and word combined to make a pleasant post!
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Thanks very much.
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The hummingbird is fortunate to have one speak so well for it.
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We’re fortunate to have them return year after year.
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Hummingbirds are bananas. Even when they perch they remain twitchy, their wee heads oscillating back and forth, like a periscope on speed. If you want to explore something similar, I have to recommend “Joyas Voladoras” by Brian Doyle. It’s a pretty awesome essay that, through some word wizardry, entwines hummingbirds, blue whales, and love. Fine writing otherwise!
https://theamericanscholar.org/joyas-volardores/#.VInvcHvHpU8
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Thank you. I’ll be certain to read the essay. Sounds right up my alley!
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Lantana is a noxious weed over here.
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We like it for its drought resistant qualities and because the deer won’t eat it. But then I could say the same of our prickly pear cactus!
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I enjoyed this poem because I like to watch a hummingbird when it visits the flowers in my garden.
My favourite part is:
“The wind shivers
through our lives and repeats itself,
though differently each time.
Every departure is a return.”
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They are a joy to watch.
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Lovely poetry, simply lovely! Keep up the superb works of expressive compositions.
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Thanks, John. I can’t seem to stop, no matter how I try. 🙂
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I know how you feel Robert. I am writing a composition as I write this comment. We become inebriated by the written word. I am grateful for this as I, too, struggle to stop. Best wishes and thanks for visiting.
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What a lovely poem this is. Thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you for reading it, Mary.
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Wow Robert, this is such a beautiful poem, and such gorgeous pictures to go with it too!♥ I’ve never seen a hummingbird in real life, they must be really wonderful to see!
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It is a dream of mine to see one in the wild, None in Australia, so for now I will have to be satisfied with lovely images and words such as this post, thank you. Kath.
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The black-chinned hummers are most common around here. Lovely birds.
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Your keen powers of observations as well as your facility with (not to mention felicity with) words make you a great poet. Thank you very much for all your support, and for spreading the word about my blog. I owe you big time. Also, have an ‘appy new year.
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Thank you, Stew. You’re too kind.
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“Every departure is a return.” Simple. Peaceful. Clean.
Those three words best describe me experience after reading those words.
~ PBW
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You could not have said anything nicer. Thank you.
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wow, look at all these replies and no wonder, this is a lovely blog!
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Thanks very much! I’m pleased you stopped by.
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Some really expressive phrases: light being swallowed in an old well, repeats itself though differently every time. I’m glad I heard your fine words.
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There are millions of poems in the world but few poets. Congrats for making the grade!
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Thank you.
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Hummingbird as light, I couldn’t agree more. Beautiful.
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Their movements: both light and shadow. So interesting to observe.
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Love your description of the mouth of an old well swallowing the light!
Dwight
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Thanks, Dwight!
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