Humming Bird

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Humming Bird

Flapping wings fast
Where you created last
Whats the hurry ?

Blues, greens, yellows
Love your true colors

Turn left, turn right
Can`t follow your flight

I was afraid you would bite
It was close to night

Next to the lemon tree
I cound`nt hold it in me

Sparkling colors of
Gold and yellow liquefied
I was petrified !

I thought one more foot
And i would lose and inch

What would you do ?

Poor humming bird
Why does your wings
Look gold and yellow now

Humming bird remember
All that glitters is`nt gold.

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Paolo commented on Humming Bird

06-21-2009

Everything you want irony to be in a poem this work achieves. To draw a parallel between how the hummingbird sees things and how the voice views things does so much for this poem. I also like how the voice warns that at that glitters isn't gold. You may have heard that before but never heard it in this very unique way. I will read this again.

Richisfun

06/25/2009

paolo, yr words never seize to amase me and thanks again

BDIsernhagen commented on Humming Bird

06-16-2009

wow, there sees to be atleast two layers here. I;m gonna have to come back in the morning to digest this one! thanks for posting!

nmedina commented on Humming Bird

06-16-2009

Funny stuff. Still chuckling, love the picture, poor humming bird. I don't think he was counting on meeting you.

cryptic77 commented on Humming Bird

06-15-2009

Wow you are really right! you are not a poet and just cause you think it should it be written down for all to read it and remember it? Wow that is something I read two of them and they we by far something else!!!

PunkCutie commented on Humming Bird

06-15-2009

lol this made me crack up, very nice of you to pee on the hummingbird XD but i must say i enjoyed this poem, good job

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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