There’s a hummingbird in my heart
Yet I’m a tired tree
It won’t remain there, I fear
too long.
That rapid flutter I feel
shakes Winter off my limbs
A cold sun takes notice
-Will point the bird
in another direction
Will offer it fresh nectar
as I clasp my wound closed
and cherish the momentum
of what was, even in brevity.
For this while,
place your shoes upon my chest,
so that others will know
inside is taken.
I need more friends, quickly
Just so I can introduce you
as my girl
Their admiration will be grand
for my prosperity
For this Finally
of how I’ve renewed.
They’ve watched me crack
How time drew lines
upon and down me
Yet now, to marvel
of how vigor has found me
By the simple whir
of a hummingbird.
Make my heart
your second home
Your winter home
if need be
It remains warm
between your comings
and goings
There is no room
for cold things
Like other women.
For they have not the clues
I’ve given you
-How to weave through
my branches and layered bark.
Tie your shoes together
throw them over a limb
Let them all know
this man is taken
As I’ve taken you, in.
~~~
Wow, that was very heartfelt, and I like it when you said to tie your shoe together, throw them over the limb, let them know you’re taken. (Aww) Nicely done
Remember when kids would throw their old shoes, tied together, over a power line? usually near their own house. “Oh, there’s Johnny’s shoes!”. That was what I thinking of when I added those lines. Sort of a “I was here” type of thing.
Thank you Fia!
This is my favorite write!! I was so happy when I read this for the first time. Still gives me the same feeling reading after all this time. You my love are my happy place. Even in the very beginning you were my happy place, you still are.
What a truly special gift you’ve given me with this write.
I still remember right after you posted you left the site for like a week! You big scaredy cat! Lol
I went on a trip! It was a timing thing. LOL. (To give you time to reject or accept)
Oh my big sexy goof. If you didn’t realize I was in then I was doing something wrong. Hahaha
Oh my dear, you were teetering on that line the same as me and you know it! LOL
The internet is a crazy place. We were just being careful huh.
Now we are crazy. LOL
Um. Someone got a tasteful and quite lovely booty pic if I remember correctly! That was not teetering on a line. That was long jumping over it! Maybe even pole jumping or whatever that’s called ! Hahah
Tremendous work.
How have you been, Thomas? Good to see you gracing the rooms here.
I thank you very much, too. It had some weight to it, when I was writing it. Upon my shoulders! Self induced of course. LOL.
lol. Good stuff. I’ve been great.
You’re a great poet and a very lucky man.
Thank you, Tim. I sincerely try to make my writes worth reading to those who choose to. I have a stack never posted anywhere, because they are not good enough. Like most of us, it’s a hit or miss with the results.
And, I am not sure it is/was luck. Fortune perhaps. Luck maybe that her and I both found DUP, in the same time frame. Perhaps it was meant to happen. We get along so well. Same values, etc.
Okay, I’m lucky. LOL
Beautifully penned, Mark. Such a lovely and heartfelt write my friend. So glad you and Adel both share your stories with us. Excellent work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hey Damian. We did discuss if we were going to join SR, or elsewhere, or nowhere, etc. But we both truly enjoy the camaraderie of a nice site, and the reward of reading great material. It’s inspiring. As for posting our own material, to me it is like payment for what I get out of it from others. A trade of creative inspirations.
And thank you for the props amigo. It’s all a trade.
Styxian, this poem, the two of you (in the comments) made me laugh out loud! It was the laugh of pure joy and appreciation of the warmth that flowed freely from your words and especially from the shared feeling of love. A “Hummingbird” may flit and fly everywhere, but they always come back to where the love (nectar) is the sweetest. It’s where they build their home. This poem and its confession and commitment tastes/feels like HOME.
Truly a really cool poem. I’m glad you shared it!!
-Curt
What a wonderful comment, thank you Curt.
Her and I both have a great sense of humor, for sure. Sometimes mine is a bit dark, but that’s the way I evolved. Life can have some pretty brutal moments, and humor goes a long way with helping to adjust how we cope. Yeah?
Her and I met through the joy of writing. That’s a great thing to have in common. The rest simply fell into place.
She’s a hoot! LOL.
It’s a beautiful gift the two of you have found. A lot of people only find more pain and damage online. Cherish what you have and nurture it as you did this lovely heartfelt poem
I certainly plan to, Willow. She is unique. I don’t want any second places ever again. So I’m holding on to her.
And, I appreciate your encouraging words, a lot!
What a real treat this turned out to be .. Write on brother .. Oh’ and I so love a happy ending .. Bestest of best regards to all those implicated .. Neville 😎💛👍
Implicated? Well we both are evenly guilty, so… LOL
Thank you my man!
I love how this poem captures that mix of vulnerability and joy in love. The hummingbird fluttering in your heart is such a perfect image–fragile, alive, and full of hope. It feels intimate and really heartfelt.
Yep, fragile but alive and hopeful. Isn’t that a rush to be in?
It was a teeter-totter write for me, because usually I am quite stoic in person.
She broke that mold!
Thank you much, Romaj.
How sincere, sweet, lovely and emotionally this was written! it leaves for sure a happy smile and warmth in heart. I was immediately drawn from the first lines, good poetry does this! Don’t fear expressing anything with her, strengths and weaknesses… and all else, sharing makes the bond stronger! All The happiness for both of You💕
Thank you, Light.
It’s been a whirlwind in between the lulls of time together. Sort of story book, even.
Our challenge will be when it becomes daily! But I think we are ready!
I have found through the years, and many poems I’ve written, that the closing verse is most significant. It is the last spoken words of the poem that the writer bequeaths us with, like the last page of a book. It’s meant to catch our breath. As this does, overwhelmingly so.
Hey Kelly. I have two huge flaws when I write, one causes the other. In that I carry on too long, many times, by not knowing how or when to end a write. So sometimes they become long as hell. At least I hope they can be rewarding to read at least. As we all hope with our own writes.
So thank you for the positive note. It does matter.