You’re so much a New World bird!
Humming at audible high frequencies, your wings
allow you to hover, even fly backwards.
The highest metabolism of any homeothermic animal.
What Aztec warrior returned to my garden?
Huitzilopochtli, the principal Aztec in hummingbird headgear
Aztecs wore hummingbird talismans, sometimes made from parts of real hummingbirds, as emblems of energy and sexual power. Their sharp beaks were seen as instruments of weaponry, bloodletting, penetration, and intimacy. The Aztec god of war Huitzilopochtli is often depicted as a hummingbird. I find it odd, considering their delicacy, that it was believed that fallen warriors would return to earth as hummingbirds or butterflies.
65 years since North invaded South Korea.
First war the U.S. concluded without success.
No celebration. More than 3 million died.
620,000 in our Civil War. In Vietnam,
more than a million. Do the math.
The title is taken from “Futility” by Wilfred Owen, a poem about moving a recently deceased fellow soldier into the sun, hoping its warmth will revive him. But, despite the sun’s life-giving properties, it can do nothing for the young man.
A fallen leaf, small and sexy red,
sideways-viewed as an artist’s disembodied lipsticked smile.
It is female. She is quite seductive.
I want to put my finger there,
brush a spot away. Plant a kiss.
I’m asked to write an occasional poem –
words for an occasion – birth, death, wedding,
funeral. People tell me, “There’s a poem
in that.” But there isn’t a poem.
No quarters for the poetry jukebox today.
I was thinking about an Einstein quote while watching the rain falling.
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” ― Albert Einstein
That inspired today’s ronka poem.
The rain has made the day longer
than twenty-four hours. The air is thick.
We walk slower. Clockworks struggle a bit
to advance. Time and space bend me
and this 5/14’s of a rainy sonnet.