Hummingbird

Hummingbird

A Poem by Marie Anzalone

I was trying to be productive today,

forgetting you- letting you just

be uncertain;

while lining up small accomplishments,

polishing writing tablets and keyboards,

documenting efforts and insteps. But

then a hummingbird visited,

and my world

was ordained to stop and bear witness

to her innocence. She wrote me

a sermon about balance,

on a nasturtium leaf;

she sat on a wire

and reminded me to breathe.

My love for your smallest gestures

glimmered in her throat patch.

She stabbed spiders

with a lance made of keratin and

collected strands of its gossamer

for the walls of her home.

She told me our

time here is

as fragile as the spiderweb,

she told me not to forget you but also

to let go and see what you do.

She rose with great dignity

into the air, bowed, and left,

almost but not quite falling

as the winds of the day

gusted to a crescendo.

I saw my own day

of questions responded to without answer

in wingblur that was felt rather

than seen.

Her little heart only beat as fast

as mine does while

I wait for your letter;

her faith that air currents

might sustain her renewed my own

that one day soon

I too will be lifted and held.

 

© 2018 Marie Anzalone


Author's Note

Marie Anzalone
for sharing today with our poetry group. Translated from my original in Spanish. Inspired while eating breakfast in the garden yesterday and being visited by a female white ear hummingbird. Photo is from an id blog site.

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beautifully written, so magical are hummingbirds and Hummingbird poetry (its what I call great poetry the kind that hovers and commands all reverence and attention as if you can savor the very air it floats on) You have written many of these poems.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Intricate expressions abound.
I found myself longing for the wind. I doubt my letter will ever come. But who knows what the wind might bring

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I saw my own day

of questions responded to without answer

in wingblur that was felt rather

than seen...........superb lines. wishes.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's a beautiful portrait.

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Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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Bilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..

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