Hummingbird, Hummingbird

Hummingbird, Hummingbird

A Poem by Edward Clay
"

A little something I found locked away in the archives.

"

I sat and listened to the hummingbird

singing me a song - 

it told me of tales and stories

all the cold night long.

 

He said, "when i sing,

my wings skip a beat, 

and all that i tell you,

will never deplete."

 

And the humming bird was right,

he didn't tell a lie,                               

I sat back and listened;

letting out a blissful sigh.

 

Caressed in tune

and wrapped in verse, 

all seemed wonderful,

nothing did hurt.

 

And the trees did sway,

in time with it all, 

the wind gentle and fragile,

from something so small.

 

Then with one last swoop,

it let out one last breath, 

and told me it was over,

that he wasn't afraid of death.

 

I begged it to stay,

to live with me in song, 

to hold my world together,

to help me to belong.

 

And the hummingbird exhausted,

said one last beautiful thing, 

and suddenly i understood,

 

it could simply no longer

                                   sing.

© 2008 Edward Clay


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I like this quite alot. Its an amazing meoldy of words and it flows so well. Great job.

-Patches

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

amazing once again! At first it sounded kind of like a children's story and then it just became really deep and wonderful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very pretty imagery. The rhythm and rhyme is spot-on as well. It is a very beautiful story. I like the ending stanzas, because it reminds me of how we cling so much to those who are dying, even if they are ready to go.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful tone to this write. You keep to the structure and rhyme scheme perfectly. It feels like something written from age of old. The simple, elegant expression of life and life time comes across clearly, without feeling forced or contrived. It's a deceptively simply write on the face of it, but underneath, a well worked and carefully constructed piece. I enjoyed reading this a great deal.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a wonderful melody of words and feelings. The music of the humming bird, must truly have been heavenly. I am always amazed at how music can lift someone up from any level and make them soar high into the spirit winds above.
But like the last few lines indicate, this poem acts a stern lesson, unless we learn to sing on our own, that magic will end.
Great job!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. That was beautiful and I love the end- especially the last line. This flows together so well. And I have a soft spot for poems about birds haha
thank you for be sharing.
Write on

~Nana Carmine

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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