the hummingbird
symbolizes enjoyment of life
the sweetness of the day
to love more fully
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the hummingbird
utters to be more present
demonstrates independence
brings playfulness and joy to life
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the hummingbird
says lift up negativity
be resilient, travel great distances
express love in daily endeavors
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the hummingbird
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Life is a constant of changes. As I go through my days I am hoping the hummingbird symbolizes the life in which I am seeking. Today’s post is what is called a “found poem.” For more about found poems visit:
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Found poetry can be the way “in” to poetry for so-called reluctant writers. I like this one. Hummingbirds are fascinating to watch. They really do symbolize the “sweetness of the day.”
Be resilient,
Heart;
Hover
where you find
the sweetness:
savor the flavor.
Allow
us to be excited
by beauty:
above, beneath, beyond.
Be resilient,
Heart.
Above all,
be resilient.
–Kevin, inspired by your found poem.
Lovely, Kevin!
Now I need to learn to do that, to respond to a poem with a poem.. Very lovely piece, Kevin
I know! Kevin is awesome like that!
I love when you respond with a poem! It’s so much fun. It’s inspiring too. Thanks for stopping for a visit.
Hummingbirds are fascinating, aren’t they? I love watching them feed outside my window each spring. It’s not quite time for them to arrive here yet, so I especially appreciated your poem as a preview of pleasures to come. Thanks!
Hummingbirds are one of my favorite birds. They are so rare that spotting one is like a gift. You captured their spirit beautifully.
Jennifer
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Thanks for letting me know! I fixed the link. 🙂
We have a trumpet vine by our back patio that attracts hummingbirds during the summer. I eagerly await their return.
We are OBSESSED with hummingbirds. We go through sugar by the 10-pound bag during the summer. I bought my husband hand feeders this year to try to get them to eat out of his hand. I”m sure I’ll be writing about it soon. Love your poem! 🙂