How delightful is the poet
esteemed artist of lyrical muse
a wordsmith joyously exhibiting royal cadence
aptly, yet so happily fused
with laughter, lilting
sauntering but not silent
scribbling thoughts sensuous
slowly sown
once uncomely, largely unknown
now readily grown defiant
of gravity borne
hovering, humming
like hummingbirds
mysteriously suspended in flight
peering softly, steadily
extracting rich nectar
having great relish in sight
deemed most desirable
among the people in need
who’ve been
sickened, deprived of poetry–
timely vibrant seeds
of alliteration sweeping myriads
dispensing soothing vaccination,
crowning all with spirited color
courting their dark exterior silhouettes
sporting thick black tresses
finessed by verse
contented without regret
poetryshack 
Aren’t Humming birds so beautiful to watch.
Yes, and very fascinating creatures! Thanks.
The whole piece seemed “sensuous, and slowly sown.”
Thank you 🙂
Those deprived of poetry sickened… we poets think so, don’t we?
Hi Laurie! Thanks for stopping by.
May those deprived of poetry feast upon your words. 🙂
This is a beautiful write.
Thanks brenda! Its a corporate feast!
Sometimes the muse is as fast as a hummingbird…and others, it seems more like an ostrich with its head in the sand! 😉
Hey Paula, your right. Sometimes it’s like an Ostrich!
So many that could use the cure of poetry. Well done
Thanks Mark 🙂
Benjamin, if I had a third hand, I wouldn’t have to stop at just two thumbs up! Good work!
Thanks Walt! Burning the midnight oil here and just saw your comment 🙂
This is beautiful! I watch the hummingbirds at the feeder in our backyard all the time. They are fascinating.
Flows with such ease and rendered so well
Thanks clawfish!