Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
"a tongue can tell you where it's been / a tongue can lie" Lindsey Hummingbirds for Jeremy Swooping and darting, our words dance a duet, fighting for food at the nectar filled flower: you. In a series of poems, we fight for right words write distilled syllables press them to honey, pale essence compared to you. And tired of our fighting, yet somehow moved, you trap our motion in ink filigrees stilled in tattoos. On your shoulder, we perch— so close to sweet nectar: you. © Kåre Enga 2010-10-16 [167.225] Jeremy has two hummingbirds tattooed on his left shoulder. I promised him a poem. Poetry Northwest (V.1) has some strong poetry. Daunts me somewhat... Cutbank 72/73 was better than #65, but I still prefer more accessible poetry. Days of sunshine and moonshine, cool days, crisp nights. Autumn. October. 61,102 Hummingbirds for Jeremy Swooping and darting, two dance a duet, fighting for food at the nectar filled flower, drawn to you. In a series of poems, they fight for right words, write distilled syllables, press them to honey, pale essence of life-giving-sweetness compared to you. And tired of their fighting, yet somehow moved, you trap emotion in ink filigrees stilled in tattoos. On your shoulder, they perch— drunk from sweet nectar, drawn on you. © Kåre Enga 2010-10-16 [167.225] Revised 2010-11-12 |