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Hummingbird

by George Hoerner

next year when you watch
your hummingbirds through
your kitchen window

if you hear
their wings beating
it is my heart you hear
as my memory recalls you

mental images of you
still float through rooms
of my minds eye

i may never know
what love really is
but your recollection
has never left me

some day the sun
may not set or rise
but you will be in
my heart where ever
i end up

12/18/2011

Posted on 12/20/2011
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/20/11 at 10:40 PM

I love the gentle optimism of the ending.

Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/23/11 at 06:28 AM

The love can be felt in this one. :)

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/26/11 at 05:54 PM

I hear in this beautiful piece the gentle love of a gentle man and the exquisite heart of a poet. I look forward to that first sighting outside the kitchen window. Thanks, George.

Posted by Lori Blair on 01/04/12 at 11:21 PM

Excellent..the heart/mind never forgets what the soul knows and shares...:) lovely

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/27/12 at 12:57 PM

I think George that love and recollection are often the same thing. It appears to me that you can't do one without the other. Recollection and love have this symbiosis going on and it is an impoverished mind lacking wings which cannot beat it toward a recollection of the things that in so recalling are feeding the mind heart and soul.

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