No I won’t
fly like that;
Your heart beats too fast
for me.
My wings flap slowly
and I would rather let the wind
carry me
than me, carry the wind,
so, no,
I won’t
fly like that;
although I marvel at your speed
and wonder at what you miss
in your rush to get there so quick.
No, I won’t
fly like that;
I’m content to float here
where the air is so still
I can fade away and think.
hum
a bar of chocolate kisses
stolen bases balls and baskets
tiskets & twos
terrible aches
pains of labor and
love
conquering all the names
and facing myself & me &
I
sing but I don’t know the words
[...] wondering what I might write about today. I’ve been using Vocaroo to record as podcasts, and Bill has followed my lead. The other day, Kelly responded to a poem of mine with a poem of hers, and then [...]
photo credit: guillaumeo #
No I won’t
fly like that;
Your heart beats too fast
for me.
My wings flap slowly
and I would rather let the wind
carry me
than me, carry the wind,
so, no,
I won’t
fly like that;
although I marvel at your speed
and wonder at what you miss
in your rush to get there so quick.
No, I won’t
fly like that;
I’m content to float here
where the air is so still
I can fade away and think.
http://vocaroo.com/?media=vv3qRlsOispVAWSRz
then goodbye goodbye
leave you behind
to float & fade & forget
we do not miss
just many more beats in our hearts to
embrace
as we fly like that
In the absence,
I drop and crash;
I never imagined that your wings would beat my heart …
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Lookin’ for the nectar.
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Lookin’ for the nectar.
Heart beating,
Always eating,
Lookin’ for the nectar
Never stop
Might miss a drop
Lookin’ for the nectar.
Blooms so sweet
Hummy’s treat.
Lookin’ for the nectar.
Gotta run,
Bud is done
Still lookin’ for the nectar.
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Flutter-flutter-sahluurrp.
Lookin’ for the nectar.
this reminds me of a hilarious essay I read in the New Yorker about bees & addiction.
kudos!
ps
I’m also thinking it needs a good beat/rap
Thanks, Kelly. I just recorded it with Vocaroo:
http://vocaroo.com/?media=v3xYCSQp8BC2Te2BB
Really thinking that my central stanzas need another line to keep the rhythm going. I kept wanting to say one, anyway.
I also realized that there’s a double meaning here for me: I’m the hummingbird, looking for nectar from my PLN.
Constantly plugged in to Twitter and blogs etc—I sometimes act like the hummingbird.
Wild how that came to me after writing!
Bill
hum
a bar of chocolate kisses
stolen bases balls and baskets
tiskets & twos
terrible aches
pains of labor and
love
conquering all the names
and facing myself & me &
I
sing but I don’t know the words
[...] wondering what I might write about today. I’ve been using Vocaroo to record as podcasts, and Bill has followed my lead. The other day, Kelly responded to a poem of mine with a poem of hers, and then [...]
Bird Thing
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Just look’it that bird thing.
Like that Avatar movie.
Wings don’t look like that!
Any earthly creature
takes on an unearthly form
when you study it
long enough to see it
as it really is.
Life is full of
wonder,
colour,
movement,
stillness,
Life.
You just need to look for it, see it.
It’s there.