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Saturday, May 30, 2015

Dianna Henning: "When the hummingbird's beak caught in the window screen,"



















the tiny thing tried to back up,
if one can call reversing gears release,

its beak so finely wedded to the screen,
although threaded might be a more appropriate usage;

nonetheless, its nervous hovering
remained until the nail of its beak came loose

and off the bird took, flash of wings a blur,
the teeny god headed towards its own mystery,

and not once did it explain its fear
or utter anything about a harrowing escape.




"When the hummingbird's beak caught in the window screen," by Dianna Henning. Text presented here by poet submission. 

Art credit: "Hummingbird crop," photograph taken on February 22, 2007, by Jon Fife.

4 comments :

  1. I love the beautiful simplicity of the moment here--it reminds me a little of Woolf's short essay, Death of a Moth, about how even small creatures can illuminate us about life and death.

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  2. Dianna, as always, you see creation and its deeper meanings in the smallest things . . . a grain of sand, or a humming bird . . . beautiful. Hope to be reading your poems for many years to come.

    Judith

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  3. Beautiful and lyrical. Perfectly captures this magical bird.

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  4. Beautiful and lyrical. Perfectly captures this magical bird.

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