Welcome April! My favorite month of the year when skies are blue, flowers are blooming, and poetry abounds!
I am committing myself to writing a poem a day this month, but I am not committing to a prompt. I will get inspiration from where ever the muse takes me. Last night as I was settling down for the night, I found NaPoWriMo. The early bird prompt posted on March 31st was to write about your favorite bird.
Here is my first draft:
A Prayer
Everyone was supposed to pray with the pope tonight,
but I got struck silent while watching
a hummingbird at the feeder
hovering as on angel wings
disappearing into the green like a spirit.Where does our spirit go when we die?
Does it hover like the hummer
watching and waiting
for the lift off?I wonder if the pope even knows?
Margaret Simon, 2020 draft
We pray what?
What should I say?
There is nothing to be done
but stare at the feeder
and wait for another sighting of wings.
The first line of the Kidlit Progressive Poem is a multiple choice from Donna Smith. The progression of the poem is in the side bar of my blog. Scroll down.
Reflections on the Teche 
I love your take on prayer/spirit, captured in the hovering of a hummingbird. It’s amazing what you captured in your photo. This was a nice way to start my day.
Serendipity choices each day will be fun, Margaret. I love that image “hovering as on angel wings /disappearing into the green like a spirit”, a prayer in motion! Happy April!
What a beautiful, beautiful poem. I’m so glad to have this with me today.
This is such a beautiful poem and meditation to start my day.
This poem is just fabulous, Margaret. Your first three lines were inspired. I’m so often struck silent by the wonders around us–hummingbirds being a great example of them! Beautiful start to this month of poetry!
Sometimes I’m gifted with a complete poem. This one just wrote itself.
What a lovely way to kick off this month of poetry, Margaret. Hummingbirds are mesmerizing, and I agree with your last lines:
“There is nothing to be done
but stare at the feeder
and wait for another sighting of wings.”
I love the honesty here: Supposed to be listening to the Pope pray, the wonderings … and the hope of waiting for the wings to return.
Margaret, what a powerful poem! I love your first stanza of how you’re struck silent watching a hummingbird hovering as if on angel wings. What a great idea to think they’re angels. I like how you tie in the hummer to all of your stanzas and how it leads you to ask important questions. Your ending wraps the poem up beautifully with a bow and I also agree with it. Wow!