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HummingBird Hungers
by Selene Skye
Monday, May 19, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.

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Honey is the golden nectar to my fierce hummingbird hungers

thrashing wings through stormy air molecules

I am dying in my childhood

blinded by death rewinds to moments when the old ones took my eyes

saying

how no one should wear the sun so fine

and brilliant

in the bone curves of a girl’s face

my tragedy

my hours replete with never-ending spinerettes through my heart

love so bone dagger fierce

it swells these amniotic seas of rapture

autumn colors

in Adam Hunter’s hair

yet to be

and again the wings beat down so relentless in a love I do not understand

a love that takes

and binds

and takes some more

until I’m left whirling through myself

alone

nursing children on their fathers’ memory

in the shadow of a father all my own

made of light

and feathers

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Reviewed by Jon Willey	5/19/2008

Legacies passed on are legacies earned with passion fired by desire's yearning to instill our legatees with compassion through the actions we take. Our rhetoric is merely an attention getting device. Our actions show whether or not we belived what we espoused. To be recalled often, with great respect, and love, when we are no more, is the greatest compliment, we can receive. As always, Victoria-Selene, your poem is masterfully written and thought provoking. A thinking reader's poem. You always leave me with mouth agape. In awe of your tremendous talent. Thanks for sharing with the people of my ilk too. May peace be always with you. JMW




Reviewed by Lois Christensen	5/19/2008

Reminds me of the wrinkles I see in old age people. Often wonder how they all get there. Mine have not shown up yet. Yes, our loves are taken from us too, and we are left alone to reminisce past experiences but life was so kind and gentle to us too.




Reviewed by Charlie	5/19/2008

You know what I find amazing? The whole generation-to-generation pass-along thing. Think about it-- how one individual can strengthen that chain, and how one individual can break its bands forever... if there is a link there still, after all of these years, then what a marvelous legasy that is. Knowing how to pass such gifts along is a gift in and of itself, isn't it? --Charlie

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