Survivor
Posted on September 8, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
32 Comments
Survivor
-Linda Lee Lyberg
Mighty trees begin their swinging
The tops touching wet earthen ground
With biting hurricane winds stinging
The world she knows turns upside down
The storm is surging and raging
Drenching the fragile hummingbird
And all around her nature is waging
A war as her plaintive squeaks go unheard.
Yet through it all somehow she survives
And lives to tell the most incredible tale
Of days and nights with beasts floating by
As she held on through the crescendoing gale.
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Crescendo
Awesome! I love this! 🙂 💛
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Thank you Walt!
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My pleasure. We love our hummingbirds 🙂 💛
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Yes, me too. And my daughter says they are everywhere once Harvey blew through. She lives in Cypress Texas.
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Beautiful writing… heartwarming poem!
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Thank you!
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You’re most welcome! 🙂
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Those sound like they might be interesting tales to write.
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Yes, they do! 🙂
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A story of bravery and survival. I love it.
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Thanks Vivian!
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You’re welcome!
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Ah, I think those little hummers only LOOK fragile, but in fact are strong and resilient. I loved your poem.
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Thank you Bev!
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Great images of courage and endurance. After hurricanes came to visit us this year (again), I marveled anew at nature’s ability to sense it coming and hide (see the picture on my Wordless Wed of the tree frog just hours before Irma!) and how we draw strength from that. Lovely poem!
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Thank you Jill. Yes, my daughter went through Harvey and it was only a few days later and the hummers were everywhere- she has a lot of feeders.
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After a storm they are hungery little critters… what am I saying? The are always hungery! I don’t have them here in FL, but when I lived in SC I was taking my life in my hands to step out the door – they carry swords 🙂
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Yes, when I was there last week for my fathers funeral, they were buzzing all around us. 😊
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Flowers on the wing – the healing is slow but sure.
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Yes, it always is. ❤️
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“As she held on through the crescendoing gale.” I believe this is the tell of the poem. It reads like a metaphor for someone surviving too much life coming at her too fast. Great writing!
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Humbled by your words Charley. Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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Really, no matter what, life will always move ahead.
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Yes, very true! Thanks for reading.
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I like the setting of the scene, Linda, with the mighty trees in the hurricane, and ‘The world she knows turns upside down’ – and then I realised it is a ‘fragile hummingbird’ that is in danger and she touched my heart – a wonderful metaphor!
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Thank you!
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A tale of courage and survival. I love it!❤️
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Thank you!
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I can really feel the winds and chaos howling through this poem!
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Thank you so much!
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