Hummingbird (3)
Arriving from nowhere,
its mouth opens
but what escapes
comes not from within
and is never complete.
Words, too, falter
in this space,
struggling to remain
aloft, challenged yet free,
an exchange
between air and wing,
of sound and thought,
occurring as it must
without design
or desire, simply
there, then gone,
a presence one notices
in its absence.
O at the Edges 
lovely poem and spacing!
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Thank you. Birds seem to inspire certain turns and twists, hummingbirds more so than most.
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Very creative poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks very much. It was my pleasure.
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Hey, good one…
Are you interested in anthologies of poetry.If so have a look at Poeming Pigeons-they have a nitch for Bird poetry.This might just go well 🙂
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Thanks for the tip. And for your comment!
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The buoyancy of birds of words!
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Yes, exactly! Buoyant, weighty, winged or not. They surprise!
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Indeed.
this on hit close to home.
“Words….
a presence one notices
in its absence.”
Well done.
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I’m so pleased you like it. Thank you.
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Amazing ! 🙂
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Thank you.
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Without design or desire, so perfectly stated, and so difficult to pull off…
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Difficult, indeed. But those acrobatic feats often seem so simple!
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The dry season approaches on the wings of hummingbirds in my garden, the cats go crazy, I welcome there return and reading your exquisite poem.
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Thank you, sir. And I welcome your comment!
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I think your poetry is exceptional, and I enjoy reading it very much.
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You are very generous. Thank you.
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing it.
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You are too kind, as always. And thanks for the tweet.
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Just excellent!
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Thanks!
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Lovely, Robert. My favorite lines: “a presence one notices
in its absence.” So perfect for a hummingbird!
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Here and gone!
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Thank you.
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Another magician’s trick from a Master Necromancer! My favorite lines — “Whose woods these are/I think I know/His house is…no…wait! Wrong poem! Sorry. 🙂
Ron
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But no, it is the same poem: “and miles to go before I sleep…” See?
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As Jack Benny famously said, “I’m thinking about it.” Get back to you later! 🙂
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It’s all in the wrist, Ron. All in the wrist.
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I’ll take your word for it, Bob…but just this one time. *g*
HAPPY NEW YEAR MY GOOD FRIEND!!
Ron
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Beautiful use of language!
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Thanks very much!
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So many important things in our lives are noted only in their absence. The hummingbird is a perfect, fleeting reminder of such treasures. Lovely.
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A hummingbird used to fly up and sit on the fence in the summer while I was watering. After a while I gave it a quick spray. Oh, did it love that! it would shake off, and then fly up to me, land back on the fence and wait. I’d hit it with another blast of water and it would hold its wings out! I’d never experienced anything like that before
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They are, indeed. Here one moment, gone the next, back again. Fragile, strong, so fleeting.
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I don’t get emails from you, but I’m following you. This is the first I’ve seen of your site, and I like it!
BTW, I never had any use for birds until I bought a parakeet off some guy who had it in a filthy cage on the front seat of his scrody, overfilled ashtray of a truck. Birds have huge spirit and personality. This bird gave me much enjoyment in the ten years he lived. Have taught my dog to respect birds.
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I’m so pleased that you’ve found this site. Birds are wonders to behold!
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I don’t have any now. I had two parakeets and a conure. That’s a load of personality! May get another bird someday. They bond with their owners so well. never knew it until I got one. Wonderful creatures!
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We had a budgie years ago, but now I prefer to just visit.
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this is awesome! your words and the picture.
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Thank you. The photos are from morguefile.com.
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brilliant work, really enjoyed this one.
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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I wrote a hummingbird poem too https://cloudsaround.wordpress.com/2014/12/09/lets-say/
and I have another, but it isn’t posted on the blog. I like some of your poems very much.
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Thanks for sharing your poem. I like it very much.
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An absolutely amazing poem. Thanks for sharing. It was truly well-represented by the little hummingbird.
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LOVE hummingbirds. Great poem 🙂
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Thank you very much! You may have guessed that I have this thing for hummingbirds. 🙂
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That’s awesome 🙂 I look forward to reading more of your hummingbird poems. Funny thing, before I read your poem I had been observing a little hummingbird outside my window hunting little flies 🙂
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I’ve posted three or four – you might use the search function to find them.
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Will do thanks 🙂
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Reblogged this on Crazy Pasta Child.
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Thanks for reblogging!
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A presence one notices in its absence…
I love this image.
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I’m struck by how often this seems to be true.
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