Does the hummingbird know best?

By Mark Heathcote

Mon, 29 Jul 2013

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4 comments

There’s a banquet table
So big, and so, high
It leaves us mindful
…That the floor is a pigsty.
Hummingbird on the wind
Flutter; just suspend…
Note not flowers pinned.
Why, now then descend?
Their roots are clay-bound
You’re caught in the dream
That leaves hearts dumfound.
“We can only esteem”…
“You believe the flower
Is heavenly, and why not.
When its milky chowder
Propels you; slingshot”…
Feeds your every fibre!

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Comments

Lovely Mark I love "milky

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Mon, 2013-07-29 18:25

Lovely Mark I love "milky chowder". I thin that it should be "its" and not "it's" in that line though?

Thanks Scratch for the great

Permalink Submitted by Mark Heathcote on Mon, 2013-07-29 19:47

Thanks Scratch for the great comment, and your thoughts I'll take your advice… ;-)

Mark Heathcote

I have a bone to pick with

Permalink Submitted by a102866 on Tue, 2013-07-30 02:31

I have a bone to pick with you. The floor that you are describing in the poem is not the kitchen floor. It is the lush vegetation on the ground. Who really finds it unappealing? I think that "Note, no flowers append" would sound more rational. Quibbles aside, I think that your tantalizing, whimsical overture to the hummingbird is intriguing. I love thought-provoking, natural queries. Also, there is an element of the age-old nature vs nurture debate. Enjoyed your poem.

That line does clunk a bit

Permalink Submitted by Mark Heathcote on Tue, 2013-07-30 04:27

That line does clunk a bit and I like your suggestions… We’ve all heard the phrase happy as a pig in muck therein lays the conclusion of the poem Thanks for your comment I’m pleased you liked it. :)