Category: poetry

Hawk or Hummingbird

 

 

Are you the hawk?
Or the hummingbird?
Maybe something in between?

The hawk is fierce,
Hunting, searching, never satisfied.
Preying on those weaker than himself.

His cry pierces the earth,
Signaling his beauty, his control,
A reminder to those who fear him.

He circles the sun, soaring
Higher than most dare to go.
What could ever cause him to fall?

The hummingbird is gentle,
Waiting, hovering, always pleasing.
Hiding from all confrontation.

Her silence keeps her safe,
Showing her inner strength, her mind,
A token to those who regard her.

She drifts from flower to flower,
Never staying still for too long.
What will ever make her settle?

So, are you the hawk?
Or the hummingbird?

Is there a way to be in between?

Cycle

 

Sunrise—the light of a new beginning,
the chance to start again.
Hope breaks through the clouds,
chasing away the dark, the rain.

Flowers—new growth,
showing change can be okay.
Petals reaching, leaves outstretched,
searching for their purpose, their plan.

But the wind will blow,
scattering the leaves, tearing the petals.
The thunder will roar, water will overtake,
hiding the light, stunting the growth.

But time will pass, the breeze will calm.
allowing the clouds and flowers to settle.
The sun brings new light, seeds bring new blooms.
The cycle continues, all the same.

Angle

May not have represented hope…

A different angle can change everything.
It can provide a new perspective,
Help gain a fresh understanding.

The purple flowers, from any other side,
Would have just existed.
Would have just been there.

The leaves, if looked at from another direction,
Could have been trampled without a thought,
Could have been bit off by the hungry muzzle nearby.

The sunset, through any other lens,
Might have been missed.
Might not have been appreciated.

The light, if blocked by any thicker foe,
May not have interrupted the shadows.
May not have represented hope.