Behind the grills of painted metal, I
try to find the source of song I’m hearing,
some leaves started dancing with wind so dry,
then comes the busy wings flapping, flapping.
A hummingbird with honeyed beak, tiny,
oblivious of watching eyes – for good.
No one wants to be watched when it’s windy,
and nectar hides inside the flower’s hood.
“Close your eyes as I struggle silently,
my limbs can carry me from tree to tree.”
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09.10.2021
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Laura introduces us to The Novilinee* – a nine-line stanza poem overlaid with this rhyme sequence – a,b,a,b,c,d,c,d,d. It was invented by Sarah Rayburn and also written in iambic pentameter or 10 syllable lines (decasyllabic) with alternate stresses.
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Wow, Rosema – this is such sweet, lovely imagery! Is it from your imagination, or did you see such a scene?
❤
David
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That’s a very good question, Ben! The metal grills, the tree, the sound, the bird, they are all true. The conversation is imagined. 🙂
Thank you, David!
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🙂
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I see the beautiful little hummingbird flitting through your poem. Lovely .
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💖love
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oh thank you for adoring that little bird. i appreciate your visit here, Gillena.
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Beautifully observed and delicately conjured between observer and observed. You bring the reader right into the scene with you.
“my limbs can carry me from tree to tree.”” – lovely finale
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aha. between observer and observed. that’s a poignant observation, Laura. thank you.
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the delicate beauty of words and motion, delightful reading!
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yay! thank you so much, darling kate! happy weekend!
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and you Rosema … so glad you are staying involved 🙂
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thank you, dear. i hope you are well and safe.
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always … until the day I move onto my next beg adventure 🙂
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yes ❤
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Thanks for a wonderful imagination!
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thank you for dropping by!
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A delightful poem about a delightful creature! 🙂
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indeed, Ingrid. have a delightful weekend!
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Such a charming image!
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thank you!
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Such an endearing verse!
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thank you!
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You are welcome.
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So lovely and beautiful observation of the hummingbird.
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thank you, Merril!
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You’re welcome!
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thank you, Merril!
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What a beautiful sight to watch and hear those birds. And I love the ending quote.
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want to imagine how does it feel to be watched, hence the quote. thank you, Grace!
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What lovely imagery in your poem, areadingwriter, so sensory 🙂 I had to google what hummingbirds sound like after reading this! 😀
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yay! aren’t they sweet? thank you for leaving your lovely thoughts, Sunra!
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I would love to have hummingbirds… but they don’t live here.
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oh. i hope you’ll be able to hear and see them someday!
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R.,
Loved the imagery, the beauty and motion and color you describe so beautifully. A perfect treat for eyes and ears.
pax,
dora
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oh. what a lovely comment, Dora. thank you!
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This is such a lovely novilinee Rosema. This one made me smile 🙂
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grateful to hear that, Vignesh. thank you.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Beautiful imagery! 🙏
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thank you, MW!
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