Saturday, 3 June 2017

Flight



The hummingbird taps at the window
Her little breast sailing and soaring
In full flight
We are crammed inside these bare walls
Dipping out fingers in the jar of light
Our friendship rests in the groove of ancient windows
Empty signs
Small steps and tattered feet
What was and what will be
There is no mercy in the question
She rolls onto her side
We are bound together no matter the cost
She is the earth to my electric dreams
My spare rib and freedom flown
All is light and falling 
The jar forever a gift in the night
She licks her fingers 
Feast or famine we rise and fall together 

The hummingbird taps at the window
Her little breast sailing and soaring 
In full flight. 
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  1. Old Egg3 June 2017 at 15:04

    What a beautifully written contemplative poem Jae. She seems to be not only your mentor but you muse as well as poem you write is so full of unusual imagery for minds. What better lines could be written than these "She is the earth to my electric dreams My spare rib and freedom flown". Wonderful!

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  2. Thotpurge3 June 2017 at 23:50

    Jar of light, a gift in the night... what a visual that creates. As does Earth to my electric dreams. You have the gift Jae..terrific imagery.

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  3. Anonymous4 June 2017 at 02:59

    enchanting - keep dipping, humming and flying JaeRose
    "Dipping out fingers in the jar of light
    Our friendship rests in the groove of ancient windows"

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2017 at 03:25

      We will try our best - thank you telltale

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  4. Sumana Roy4 June 2017 at 03:26

    aw...the little humming bird is the spirit of joy..love the images of
    light all over the poem...beautiful Jae.

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  5. Anonymous4 June 2017 at 03:58

    A journey through some striking images.

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  6. Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene)4 June 2017 at 04:05

    my wife and i are just recently being visited by hummingbirds. they are so vibrant and portray how beautiful Nature is in all its sizes. i like how you portray your animal friends. gracias for sharing the spirit of your heart.

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  7. Mary4 June 2017 at 05:32

    I really wish I saw more hummingbirds. I seldom see them here. There really is such a delight in these small birds....such strength within those little breasts. Delightful writing today, Jae.

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  8. Gillena Cox4 June 2017 at 05:48

    luv the motifs of wholeness, hope, and light in today's poem Jae.
    Thank you for dropping by my Sunday Standard today.

    much love...

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  9. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)4 June 2017 at 06:19

    Love this little hummingbird - tapping with hope so critically needed.

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  10. indybev4 June 2017 at 07:37

    Hummingbirds are indeed tiny winged miracles ... nature's promise that small things can make large statements.

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    1. Jae Rose4 June 2017 at 08:06

      We hope that promise comes true thank you IndyBev

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  11. Anonymous4 June 2017 at 08:10

    This is hopeful and so beautiful. Thank you.

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  12. Jae Rose4 June 2017 at 08:12

    Thank you too Brenda

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  13. brudberg4 June 2017 at 08:14

    If only those hummingbirds could do it for us... in the meantime let us dip into those jars of light...love that thought

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  14. Truedessa4 June 2017 at 09:49

    I always smile when I see a hummingbird, it has been awhile though. It's good to have jars of light for times of darkness.

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  15. ZQ4 June 2017 at 11:56

    You did very well with the theme as only you could cover. awesome.
    ZQ

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  16. Sanaa Rizvi4 June 2017 at 12:35

    I love the optimism and hope in this poem, Jae ❤️ especially; "All is light and falling. The jar forever a gift in the night."

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  17. Anonymous4 June 2017 at 16:11

    Hummingbirds are a symbol of joy, and like that quality, do not fare well in captivity. We humans are bound in so many ways, that are seldom apparent. But, when we choose to keep a bit of joy within us, we are free to choose other ways of being. Really like this piece, my friend,

    Elizabeth

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  18. Anonymous4 June 2017 at 17:02

    Enduring memory made; especially when the magic moment returned. (as they sometime do)

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    1. Jae Rose5 June 2017 at 02:18

      We hope magic will return - thanks Martin

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  19. Wendy Bourke4 June 2017 at 17:55

    Your closing lines are often so nuanced and impactful ... a wonderful poetic signature.

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  20. De Jackson4 June 2017 at 20:10

    Oh, I can see this. Wonderful.

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  21. annell45 June 2017 at 05:44

    I always consider "bird" anyone with the gift of flight, messengers of "spirit." Perhaps you are being contacted by someone from the "other side?" And it is said, the Universal spirit is always trying to speak to you. Tapping at the window, wants your attention, recognize the gifts that are waiting for you. I love this piece.

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  22. Magical Mystical Teacher6 June 2017 at 06:06

    Rising and falling together is better than rising and falling alone, don't you think?

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  23. ayala7 June 2017 at 05:03

    Wonderful images...love this poem!

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  24. Rosemary Nissen-Wade8 June 2017 at 19:37

    So beautifully expressed! I think your writing becomes more and more accomplished. We don't have humming birds here, but you give me a wonderful vision of this one – in such poignant contrast to you who are 'crammed inside'.

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