Hummingbird Poem by Troy Cochran

Hummingbird



Homeless I tread
with a song in my head
as light as a hummingbird's feather.

(It is 'Lady in Red' by Chris de Burgh,
to save you the trouble
of trying to discover. Google, if you haven't heard.)

And, you know, I do not mind
the weight I leave behind,
the ever falling forward.

The world in all its noise
is the mower that annoys
and hovers over the downward spiral.

But mine is the lift
of the hummingbird's gift
sipping the nectar in the middle.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: light poetry
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Confessions of a featherweight.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sister Frances 03 October 2017

Your opening lines rock :)

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Troy Cochran 04 October 2017

And my closing lines roll. I may be on to something here! Thank you for the nice compliment, Hannah. :)

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