Quite a lyrical flight these stanzas took me on. I'm still seeing that hummingbird's wings beating out letters and words to the rhythm of a poet's heart. Such a rush without even one glass of wine.
Aberjhani
In ancient lore (which comes from that Wisdom more easily attained and imbibed in times when the human species was more in tune with other species and Nature, as segments and essential elements of a Whole) the Hummingbird represents the Sun, and its "appearence" in one's life - be it physical, through an actual sighting in Nature, or in a dream... or in that "plane" of the mind and beyond where inspiration and creation burst forth - always heralds joy and accomplishment, regardless of one's present circumstances or those of the recent past. "This downy blur" hums to you, sweet Kate, that you will begin to see the attaiment of your dreams, and that opportunity is manifesting around you... in the "day's honey and (...) golden cargo to yield increase in all of nature's precious bounty". Yes... you remind me of The Hummingbird - a symbol for accomplishing what seems impossible... the one who helps us find the miracle of joyful living... "at peace but never still" - a "heart of exquisite beauty" indeed.
Lots and lots and lots of {{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}} and love,
Alexandra*
ok, this is the motivation I've needed to go get some nectar for my hummingbird feeder. exquisite! Dawn
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2007
A brilliantly lit set of images of this most fascinating creature!
and...Kate...did you ever watch a flock of them 'fighting for the lone use of the feeder' just prior to a storm?
I call them the Kamikaze Crowd!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2007
Pure 18 carrot gold.
The subtext I read is wonderful...
Like the best girlies, a mind at peace, but their love keeps going...
They are truly amazing. In the Rockies generally every inn or cabin
has feeders and to watch them is a treat. Plus they are brave, fearless ;)
excellent Kate
We have had a few visitors recently...dipping into the Confederate Jasmine's trumpets...and have even witnessed their mating dance! The males fight over the female, trying to woo her by swooping down and then straight up...up and around and down again!
it's an amazing creature!
Enjoyed your write!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2007
Kate,
On the farm where I often visited my Grandparents they had a hand pumped well and Grandma she always said it was the hummingbird well for she had nectar feeders and hummingbird trumpet flowers all over this massive tower above and around the well to see these small beautiful bnirds was a delight in the early morning of a sunny summer day. You reminded me of a time I found peace from the fowl of the air..... :) Beautiful imagery and beautiful poetry.
Wonderful imagery my friend, can't wait for the weather to warm back up and the blooms to come full circle so we can have visits from those lovely little feathered friends. Great write! Always a pleasure to stop by you den!
Blessings from Kentucky,
Joyce Bowling
Beautiful imagery, could just see the little hummer flittin' about as he/she went about his/her business, gathering nectar from the flowers. Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Everything about this is beautiful. I especially like the thought of "transporting golden cargo". My heart is softened this morning thanks to this beautiful poem.
AAAAHHH!!! :)) THANK YOU, Nicky!! I LOVE your sister's Phoenix cos it says the allegory of the human heart - something of wot I am trying to put across here - just sooooooooo much better!! Buzz busily and fly true! I'm sure you will. LOL K xx
Lovely imagery and lines; the hummer is captured (briefly) in perfect verse; well done! They are beautiful, aren't they? A keeper--as are all your words. :)
Dear Kate - another very fine one! Excellent. Something from my sister, last verse of hers, from a winter of discontent - got to buzz orf now, ain't spring great :o) will come back to this one with more time later xx:o) Nicky
The Phoenix lives
A lonely life with no true rest
For all she's known
Are burning nests
My favorite little winger! You have given us a complete and beautiful description of what most viewers don't see. Such a fleeting and furtive little busybody... without visible means of support ! ! ! This is love and tenderness to the "n" degree... which only you perceive. It is a cheer-up call for the morning. Thankew! - Bill
You have captured the real spirit of this marvelous little bird. I have watched them with fascination for hours and their unlimited source of energy and lighting speed never ceases to amaze me. Sweet words of praise for them from my Sweet Kate. Well done.
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Time to study up!
Another amazing poetic wonder!
A gem Sweet Kate!
aT peace but never still, so TRue! and such a beauty to feast your eyes upon~
Warmest Blessings, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
Aberjhani
Stirring stuff Kate
Blessings
Peter
Love Tinka
Lots and lots and lots of {{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}} and love,
Alexandra*
Eileen
Be safe,
Karen
Thanks,
~D.
and...Kate...did you ever watch a flock of them 'fighting for the lone use of the feeder' just prior to a storm?
I call them the Kamikaze Crowd!
The subtext I read is wonderful...
Like the best girlies, a mind at peace, but their love keeps going...
Hum hum hummmmm
Rusty
has feeders and to watch them is a treat. Plus they are brave, fearless ;)
excellent Kate
Carole~
it's an amazing creature!
Enjoyed your write!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
On the farm where I often visited my Grandparents they had a hand pumped well and Grandma she always said it was the hummingbird well for she had nectar feeders and hummingbird trumpet flowers all over this massive tower above and around the well to see these small beautiful bnirds was a delight in the early morning of a sunny summer day. You reminded me of a time I found peace from the fowl of the air..... :) Beautiful imagery and beautiful poetry.
XX Love Hugs Josie
Blessings from Kentucky,
Joyce Bowling
Beautiful imagery, could just see the little hummer flittin' about as he/she went about his/her business, gathering nectar from the flowers. Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Keepin' this one! :)
Lovely imagery and lines; the hummer is captured (briefly) in perfect verse; well done! They are beautiful, aren't they? A keeper--as are all your words. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
We can learn much from the hummingbird.
The Phoenix lives
A lonely life with no true rest
For all she's known
Are burning nests
Fee