Hummingbird Incident (revised class submission)

A hummingbird accidentally

entangled itself in her

niece's hair, so she did 

what any aunt would do,

she reached over and began

to untangle them;

as you can imagine, there

was a shared anxiety 

between all three

as her hands began 

to separate hair

and hummingbird,

it was an unusual sight,

her hands trembled, 

seeking to harm neither

bird nor niece-

the young girl stayed 

as still as she could,

soon, her aunt held 

the hummingbird,

its wings still, neither flitting 

nor flying, merely sitting,

waiting for the right moment

to take flight once more.

Hummingbird Incident

A hummingbird accidentally
entangled itself into her
niece's hair, so she did
what any good aunt would do,
she reached over to niece
and hummingbird to untangle
them from one another;
as you can imagine, there
was a moment of anxiety
shared between all three,
as the aunt's hand began
to untangle the hair
and hummingbird from one
another, and yes it was a bit
of an unusual sight, though
one filled with a set of hands
delicately seeking to harm
neither hummingbird nor
niece- the young girl stayed
as still as she could, and soon
the hands of her aunt held
a hummingbird, its wings
were still, neither flitting
nor flying, merely sitting,
waiting for the right moment
to take flight once more.

The Queen of the City Knows What You Wish

From here to nowhere, where does we begin?
A flashing thought flickers, blood rushes through.
I can hear them say your beauty is sin,
do not listen, what do they know of you?

Beauty is Beauty, it never grows old.
Flesh shall whither, memory will remain.
Eternal goddess, you never grow cold.
Your divine image will always have reign.

Queen of the City, Queen of Fantasy,
velvet words fall like leaves in the forest.
Your graceful hand reigns by soft writ decree.
Footsteps, I can see the hem of your dress.

Wake up, wake up. I look and see no one.
A dream, a vision that has come and gone.

A Memory From My 9th Year

Smoke wafted from neighborhoods to the sky.
Cameras could only watch anger boil,
furious voices screaming for something.
Doors opened, feet ran out into the street.

Did they find what they were looking for then?
War came home to everyone on those days.
Sleep came uneasily as it crept near.
We couldn't go to school, we just waited.

Awaking from the nightmare, I peered out,
finding nothing but quiet streets and ash.
What was there for me to know about it?
Hollow store eyes told me everything.

Old scars cannot be forgotten quickly.
We bear them with us the rest of our lives.

Call Me!

Not easy
to
remember your phone number on the spot.
Who calls themselves, right?
Just don't mix it up with your work one.
I have had that happen once before.
That was a very awkward message
I
Left.
That won't be the last time either.

Remember
when
we used to memorize all phone numbers?
Hopefully you do.
Everyone had chunky beige phones then.
It had only one type of ring.
Dulcitone of a bell being rung.
Ring.
Ring.
I don't want to hear your ringtone.

New Standards

Hold yourself to standards higher than most.
Listening to the patterns in our words,
There is rhythm in every thing we say.
The span of one breath is all that we need.

Anything that can't be said in that time
May not be worth the breath it takes to say.
We grow uncomfortable in silence.
May the quietness of the world ring loud.

Teach yourself the strength to abstain from speech.
Shape each thought into a hardened diamond.
The blows will land without any remorse.
Language will triumph over all its foes.

Approximating Location

I
am
not
here
honey.
Afuera?
Adentro?
Dondesea.
Calibrate
Wanderlust.