Goodbye Hummingbird

Hummingbird

I’m a humming bird

And I’m feasting on starvation

The sea is a wide expanse

The sand a faded border

Tiny prints

A miniature person

Cover the pages of my mind

I’ll try to keep up with you

But before long I'm left behind

 

Don’t tell me I’m too young to dream

The world is but a breath

And I'm not what you think

I won’t fit between the lines

Of your shallow

            Narrow mind

Hummingbird I'm sure to drown

Please hold me on your wings

We are but a hand width apart

But that’s far more than it seems

 

The Buttercups have had enough

The Daisies closed up for the night

These dreams have turned to shadow

This warmth to faded light

The Sparrows have all flown away

The Ravens took their flight

 

And I'm sitting here out by the sea

The dark sky’s turbulent

This tear-inducing wind is fresh

With the smell of salt

And it’s whispering secrets among

The reed beds

Dark flecks break the water

White caps just above

 

And you dear little Hummingbird

Your feeling far from home

If you return will you bring me a gift

Of the golden grass that grows

In abundance

Among the cockle shells of your garden

 

You fly away Hummingbird

And I watch a diving cormorant

As it slips between the waves

Between the fading borders

Of life and Death

And back again.

 

A swan topples forwards

Its white head disappearing

Its white tail tipped toward the heavens

 

I'm a humming bird

Hummingbird

But I seem to have lost my tune

It slipped through the cormorants beak

Slipped beneath the waves

And sank

Now it lies on the bottom

Broken and jangling

Like a smashed music box

Like a knotted wind chime

Like a last breath

 

As I soar on tired wings

A question occurs to me

‘Where do birds go to die?’

And then the sea engulfs me

Ripping the question from my lips

As I Drown.

 

Goodbye Hummingbird.

 

 

Reviews

[JudeTrain]

This poem is crazy, its a lot different from most reads. To me its very well balanced, and i can feel "This tear-inducing wind" as well as the other imagery's based at sea you describe. I guess the bird kind owes himself that one at the end. In some of your work that I've read by you so far, it seems as though sometimes your emotion spills from your original thought, this can be viewed as a good thing, or a bad thing. Whatever, Fantastic work 90/100

[Beatrice Mars]

Don't have words for how good this is. amazing.

Don't tell me I'm too young to dream
The world is but a breath
And I'm not what you think

[Chirpy!]

I don't know if your a natural or if you had to work at writing poetry, but you are fantastic.