Hummingbird Feeder in the Morning Garden
Photo by Amy LV
Students - Today's little poem is a sonnet, a word that comes from the Italian word sonetto, a word that means "little song." And a poem is, indeed, a little song, isn't it? Sonnets generally have 14 lines and a strict rhyme form. Not all lines in the poem above have a matching rhyming line as in many sonnets, but I do take much from the form here. And yes, it is about something that happens often in our garden - a hummingbird flies by, and I think it is a bee.
Have you ever wished to become something other than yourself for a day...or just an hour? Have you ever felt that you HAVE been something different than yourself? Here are a few writing paths you might wish to explore this week, or this summer.
- Think of something you would like to be for a short bit of time. Write about this imagined life.
- Think of something you feel you have actually been before (maybe you haven't been it, but it FEELS like you have been it). Write your memories.
- Do something active away from screens. Do this activity a bit each day. You will find that thoughts of the activity will become a part of your thinking and a part of your soul. Each day, I visit my messy gardens and pull some weeds or move a plant, and each day those plants become part of me. I began knowing nothing about gardening, and each day I learn a little bit. Remember that you do not need to know a lot about something to begin. And summer is a perfect time for new learnings.
If you would like to learn more about the sonnet form, visit The Poetry Foundation HERE.
Buffy is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup over at Buffy Silverman with some gardening goodness (and hardship) that inspired her gray tree frog poem titled "Queen of the Prairie." Each Poetry Friday, all are invited to share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship in this open and welcoming poetry community.
Become something new! Become what you are! You are the only you that ever will be!
xo,
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Ha--the ending of your poem made me laugh. I think we must have fledgeling hummingbirds at our feeder. They are chasing and dive-bombing one another all day.
ReplyDeleteI wish you and your hummingbird friends would find my garden! I don't put out a feeder, but there's a rolling wave of bloom. Maybe when the bergamot buds open? Or the royal catchfly?
ReplyDeleteOh to be a hummingbird! Thank you, Amy.
ReplyDeleteI would be fun to be a hummingbird for a day. Poems for Teachers arrived this week. Hooray.
ReplyDeleteHummingbirds = Magic. Thanks, Amy. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your hummingbird wish. It made me want to be whirring and buzzing and envied like that sweet little flutter of color.
ReplyDeleteAmy, word bringer of such joyful impact, many appreciations!
ReplyDeleteThis lilting lovely "little song" tunes into me on the day after the 1st June evening-y this summer, that my hubby & I were finally visited on our back patio by a ruby-T.H.[ showing mainly white, black, & beige due to shade of our big red cypress tree]
It came to drink about 8 pm as we mist-watered our parched trees, plants [& birds!]
You are bold to have been a hummingbird for a day. (I marvel at the mystery of how they thrive with strong winds, speeding delivery vans & jumping feral cats.)
Wishing you more & more summer hummer glimpses.