#didn't wanna take away from how hopeful the last stanza is

[myns-poetry-blog]

The Hummingbird Feeder Poem

It started with a hummingbird feeder. 

I found it in the summer aisle of a dollar tree

Floating in a sea of pineapple and flamingo decor. 

It was a bright hibiscus red along the top and bottom

And had little yellow flowers along the base.

I took it home with me that day. 

I don’t exactly remember why I did. 

I hung it by the front door of my house. 

Filling it wasn’t hard in the beginning —

It was just sugar water after all. 

Then it was time to wait patiently by the door

In quiet anticipation hoping to catch 

Even a simple fleeting glance of a visitor. 

The wait was agonizing. 

The first time I saw a hummingbird was a rush —

A moment punctuated by a gasp, and left me waiting 

With a pounding heart and silent awe by the door. 

Waiting, waiting for more wondrous moments 

That brought such a simple and long awaited joy. 

But those fleeting moments don’t last so long, 

And joy is but a simple sip before it’s gone. 

I don’t remember when it happened,

But I couldn’t bring myself to refill the feeder. 

One day it felt like too much to mix the sugar water.

Too much effort for something I’d be too busy to notice.

Too much effort for something that now brought too little joy.

So the bright red feeder was forgotten,

And like many other things I cherished, tossed aside. 

…

I found the hummingbird feeder the other day. 

The once hibiscus red color had long since faded

And the pretty yellow flowers were dirtied with time. 

It’s too much to do anything these days, 

Too much effort for apathy. 

Yet I pushed on to fill it back up again 

And hang it by the front door once more.