Hummingbird (4)
What overwhelms is the fate
of our breath
moving from one mouth
to the other, a form of
denial flickering by
like the hummingbird,
impossible in flight
but moving despite our logic.
The air
claims no intention. It waits,
and waiting, gives itself to us.
The gift we accept is of ourselves.
O at the Edges 
This is beautiful. 🙂
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You’re very kind. Thank you.
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Very like this poem; for me the top versions works best – I have a dislike of the glossy finished poems most publications go for. You have both here! Pictures are incredible too!
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I’m so pleased you like it Michael. The photos are from morguefile.com.
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I confess I was about to ask. I can understand, in a vague way, how one writes poems. Catching photographs of hummingbirds seems deeply hard.
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Snapshots are fairly easy if you have a feeder. But I’ve never taken a good photo of them in flight.
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I’ve run out of superlatives, so please accept this one in the spirit intended — OUTRAGEOUS!
(Just checked my “New Shorter Oxford English Dictionary (OED), and there couldn’t be a more fitting and applicable word than “outrageous.” Among the descriptors in the definition are extravagant, extraordinary, and unrestrained, which fit not only your poem but fit the hummingbird quite nicely as well. So there! 🙂
Ron
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You are outrageous, Obi-Ron! Thank you.
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Robert, love this one. If I may ask and if you care to answer, I sense there is a finding of peace here. Although poetry is beautiful in ways it speaks to us individually, was that your sense in this poem?
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I too found peaceful waters at the end of this poem – At least a breath of peace for myself that is
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Yes, I sensed it too for myself as well. It is a kindred feeling to arrive with others within that in a poem. I read it out loud to my partner and she said she felt that too.
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I agree, and am glad we both arrived with similar sentiments, makes the enjoyment of it all far more
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I’m glad you found it so.
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Thanks, Tammy. I find observing and thinking about, perhaps participating with these birds, to be peaceful, even relaxing.
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Don’t know how you keep up this standard!
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Thank you. One word followed by others, day after day. 🙂
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The poetic Humming Bird in pictures and words… magical
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Thanks, JC.
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Loving this!
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Thanks very much.
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You’re so welcome!
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Love! Thank you ❤️
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Thank you!
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This is beautiful. Thank you for your creation.:-)
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Thank you for reading it.
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Hummingbirds make me feel flighty and jittery. And that’s the truth. My psychologist said that was normal and then shared some hummingbird soup with me. Tasted like pheasant or mourning dove — couldn’t decide which. There wasn’t enough for seconds. Someone should cross-breed them with condors to get more meat out of one bird.
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It makes my pucker string pucker to even think about harming a hummingbird. But I don’t think cross-breeding with a carrion-eater would deliver the desired results.
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Last week, my daughter and I were in Shenandoah National Park. In the middle of the road, hovering about three feet above the ground, was a humming bird. I couldn’t see the color of its feathers; its silhouette was like a small winged tear drop. Reading this poem was like reading a beautiful memory that someone else wrote. Thank you.
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How lovely! This is something I’ll remember, too.
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Breath-taking… Exquisite… !
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Thank you, Krys!
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