Monday, December 10, 2012

55- flitting around flowers

NYC

this summer on the deck
we'd watch the hummingbirds,

little wings
beating so fast
they'd sing,

flitting here/there
kissing flowers

they're the only bird
that can fly backward

though we try,
always some moment
we want
to get back to.

mine would be this morning
warm under the covers
when you sang too.

written in 55 words, for my friend g-man

55 comments:

Pat Hatt said...

1st 1st
Hank is worst

Pat Hatt said...

Such a moment you would not want to stop
Going backwards to keep on top
But then a second would never come due
So flying forward must be done by you

Betsy Brock said...

hummingbirds are also the only bird that cannot walk!

I'd like to go back under the covers myself...better have another cup of coffee! ha.

DJan said...

I love to watch the little hummers flying, they remind me of humongous mosquitos. :-)

Suz said...

ah so wonderfully sweet

farawayinthesunshine said...

Wouldn't it be fun to get back in some moments? :-)

Monkey said...

ah to be like a hummer or doctor who with the tardus, either way seems a good moment to return to :)

kaykuala said...

The hummingbirds
flying but not forward
when in the act of flying
but not forward moving
but Pat is advancing
Left others trailing

Hank

Kathe W. said...

gorgeous sexy ode to your life

Optimistic Existentialist said...

My parents are visited regularly by hummingbirds in the springtime. They have two hummingbird feeders and whenever I visit we always sit out on the porch and watch them with wonder.

Alice Audrey said...

Warm under the covers sounds good. I haven't been there in whole hours.

Hannah said...

Brian, excellent!! Love the comparison, does great things mentally. :)

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

Oh...going back under the covers would be AMAZING!!!!!! Wish we all could skip the reality of the dreaded MONDAY!

ladyfi said...

Oh, how gorgeous and romantic!

Daniel said...

!ylevol

Mama Zen said...

I love this!

Mary said...

Hmmm, I will have to think where I would like to 'fly' backwards to. Nice story, Brian.

Lyn said...

The moment to come back to..one that would make me laugh..there's so much to feel in this one, Brian..

Casey Freeland said...

What is seen can never be seen again. Great work and something I've been thinking about a LOT lately! :)

Cheers,

Casey

Tina said...

Yes, there sure are times I'd like to revisit. Sweet, little piece.
Tina @ Life is Good
http://kmdlifeisgood.blogspot.com/

P.S Didn't know birds can't fly backwards..cool fact!

Tina @ Life is Good
http://kmdlifeisgood.blogspot.com/

manicddaily said...

Very very sweet. You're on a roll. k.

Okie said...

what a cute and sweet poem. I like the transition to the surprising and sentimental ending. Very cute.

Gail said...

What a romantic you are!

Love this poem, I can feel the love in your words.

Cloudia said...

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Heaven said...

I love the opening scene of the birds, down to the warmth under the covers ~

Have a good evening Brian ~

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Reglandus White said...

Thought provoking....nice.

Tom said...

flying backwards doesn't do you much good when you've the brains of a marble. But getting back to basics is a fine idea!

Victoria said...

Brian, I love the levels in this, the hummingbird going back, you going back to that special moment. Ahhh!

hedgewitch said...

Leon Russell wrote a song about something like this--hummingbirds are miraculous little feats of engineering, but your poem feels totally natural.

Lisa said...

Fittingly too beautiful. Blessful life.

Hello Brian, happy Tuesday :)

Steve E said...

Oh Brian. Once I tried to fly--off a mountain, backwards. Several weeks later, in a hospital bed, I recall hearing in subtle tomes, a man talking to me: "You learn to fly forward first, Mister!"

Then he spouted the clincher-cliche: "...And it might help if you stop drinking and drugging!"

Case closed!

I smiled at that "under-the-covers" bit...always the romantic, you. And STAY that way...Mister!

Vodka Mom said...

i adore watching their beauty...
and wonder at their power

they capture all that mother nature meant for us to enjoy.

Tara Miller said...

hee hee hee, let's go!

Susan said...

Just that tiny move backwards which a hummingbird and a bee can take toward the flower bed . . . singing.

Jen said...

I love hummingbirds! They're so tiny, though, I thought the first one I saw was a bug.

Fred Rutherford said...

tender really nice ending here. oh, around here there are plenty of mornings I just want to get back under the covers. I never knew that about the flying backward, very interesting bit of info their, pretty neat. Thanks

Wander said...

I held a humming bird in my hand once...caught it by hand as well. it held so still...then took off like a bat out of hell when I let it go a few seconds later.

sorry haven't been by much lately, havn't felt well

Dave King said...

Never seen a humming bird - it's one of my ambitions before I depart this mortal coil. Great pic and a fine write.

Daydreamertoo said...

Humming birds are amazing to watch. The males are so beautiful too.
Some morning I would love to slip back under the covers :)

Lorraine said...

they are so pretty...and adds to your lovely morning in bed with your wife andi imagine your sons jumping in lol

Syd said...

And those moments are like pure nectar.

Myrna R. said...

So true, there are moments we'd like to rewind.

This is so sweet.

JANU said...

Good one...I'd like to fly forward, backward,sidewards are somersault too.

ayala said...

Sweet...love this :)

Hilary said...

Another sigh-evoker. :)

Sue said...

aw

so cute

G-Man said...

Son, just sittin, thinkin, composin, and writin.
I'm glad you was watching a hummingbird and not a night crawler, but then again, you'd make that sound like poetry in slithery motion.
Loved your ornithological 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Janna said...

Kissing flowers... how sweet!

I love the image of that, especially paired up with the thought of waking up with that special someone.

Very nice.

Margaret said...

So feathery sweet, this poem in 55. I think many of these readers said "Awe..." :) Hey... you learned HOW to link! nice :)

brandi said...

SO Sweet! I saw my first hummingbird a few months ago. I was standing on the porch eating some kind of fruit and this flying "thing" came at me and hovered a moment. I panicked cuz I thought it was a HUGE wasp! Then I got a better look at it and was stunned. It flew away and I felt like I had been blessed! But I always see birds as omens!

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

Sweet and sentimental, Brian.

(I recognized that NYC shot because I've been to 42nd street. Not sure how it relates to your 55, but whatever!)

Jazzbumpa said...

This is just all kinds of wonderful.

Multi-layered with rich texture.

Cheers!
JzB

Nara Malone said...

Sweet...nice heartwarming memory to look back on

Lydia said...

That is simply beautiful, Brian.