Woman with Hummingbird and Clock, paper collage, 2021
to photograph the face of a woman who has no face, but a world buried deep in an exclamation mark as if to say, “this desire is my body” the native wall vanishes a poem germinates from the grimace on her forehead vertebrae of time hummingbird wind
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9 responses to “Woman with Hummingbird and Clock”
Love this~
poem germinates
from the grimace on her forehead
She is the poem.💖
Reading your poem and seeing many hummingbirds today… I sense a theme going on in my world. 😊
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Haha. Well, all that hummingbird symbolism can’t be a bad thing! 😊 I’m happy you enjoyed the poem, Michele. I hope you have a great Thursday.
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I agree. They are abundant right now. 💖 Enjoy the rest of your week. Thank you.
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Wonderful!
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Thank you, Bob!
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“from the grimace on her forehead
vertebrae of time”
Such good writing…time crossing her forehead, allowing us to see beyond who she is and to what she herself “germinates” in a world so full of splendor and mystery…we are all a part of that mystery as we live and die within this “time”…slipping through fingers…wind…well done, my friend. As always, you inspire my own writing..
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You’re very kind, and I always enjoy reading your feedback (and your beautiful poetry, of course). I’m finding lately that time in nature is having the most beneficial effects not only on my creativity, but also on my thoughts about self and (or as) art.
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She looks a bit like Isabella Blow.
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She kind of does, doesn’t she? I hadn’t realized that.
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