Koi Fish and Hummingbirds

I’m being followed by a hummingbird. The minute I leave my cabin, the hummingbird flies up next to me. I can hear his wings as he approaches. His wings sound like "the force" from Star Wars.

I told my friend Sammy about the hummingbird. He looked at me unimpressed.

“Do you know Moxie?" he asked.

“Yeah, I know Moxie.”

"I was walking with Moxie once and two hummingbirds flew from opposite ends, one from the right and one from the left, and stopped mid-flight right in front of him, at eye level, and kissed beak to beak. It was amazing!"

“That is amazing. I didn’t know hummingbirds kissed,” I said.

                “A week or so after that," Sammy continued, "Moxie and I went to a fancy restaurant in Silverlake. There was a Koi fish pond. We were walking by the pond when one of the Koi fish saw Moxie and jumped out of the water to get at him. The fish fell in love with him right then and there. Moxie played it off. It’s my salmon colored shirt, he said, he thinks I’m a fish.” 

Blogs and Poems

            I worry about the poem with the advent of the blog. More specifically, I worry about my poems for I haven’t written any in some time.

            The ideas I’ve used in the past for poems are now blogs. Sometimes I think the poem is dead, although I know in my heart the poem will never die. Some of my favorite poems are over a thousand years old. I love the simplicity of the Chinese poets. Simplicity is a knife to Filet Mignon. A knife cuts through the fancy title and reveals flesh as flesh. Of course every poet is different and every poem is unique, generally speaking. I suppose if you break it down, if you simplify it, what separates the poem from the blog in this instance is the formatting.