Monday

Hummingbird Feeder




Hummingbird Feeder

Across the crowded campfire
in a dark cove on Lake Travis
under a rugged cowboy hat
his tan, worn face etched                                                          
character around his
sky blue eyes.
He had a hobo heart.
I was drawn to him like a
Hummingbird to sugar water.
He spoke with an accent
and he sang from his soul
as free and natural
as a colt runs through the meadow
on a cold misty morning.
I felt my heart vibrating
and my pulse beating faster
just listening to his voice
and watching his practiced hands
strum that old guitar.
He sang old hillbilly songs
making them sound
as smooth and polished as river stones.
Hovering as long as I could,
I stayed longer than I should have
unable to tear myself away,
wishing I could
climb inside his old red guitar
and stay there awhile.

First Place Austin Poetry Society
Published in Best Austin Poetry 2010-1011

3 comments:

Apeetha Ravi said...

This poem is so beautiful. Reminds of a scene from Woody Allen's movie- "VIcky Cristina Barcelona"- where Vicky is moved by the Guitar playing. She could've written these words- so beautiful!

Poet on Poetry said...

Thank you! I haven't seen that movie but I think I would like it. I am glad that you enjoyed my poem. Do youbwrite as well?

Apeetha Ravi said...

:) Thank you for the poem.
I used to write. I can't seem to write anymore. I am more into "tudying" literature now. But it is so pleasurable to read someone's poems. :)

Your poems are nice.