Hummingbird



The hummingbird thumbs
A flower of thought
In its tongue
Of Indian ink

It sips and spills
A thousand souls
Before it spills
Its own,

And piercing the wind
Like a mountain peak
With the weaving
Of a soul to keep;

This little bird brings us
Sweet pressed blooms
To incense us for hours
In the glory of love




Poetry by M Heathcote
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 01:34

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betsy Firefly
We should have many more poems written to the hummingbird. What a thrilling little individual! Thanks for your start up poem!
2007-03-02


Zoya Zaidi
*Bookmarked*
2007-02-27


Zoya Zaidi
The humming bird hums
This beautiful song
Right in to my soul!

It stirs up emotion
Beautiful,
Untold...

(((Hugs dear Heathcote, for a very poetic piece of poesy!)))
Love, Zoya
2007-02-27