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chart a course
as the hummingbird flies
fold up my heart
like a stolen map

Rene-2015

Photo credit, Daniel Murtagh
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  1. De JacksonOctober 25, 2015 at 1:22 PM

    I love the images this evokes...the hummingbird's wings, the veins of the heart as roadmaps.

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  2. ZQOctober 25, 2015 at 2:16 PM

    Sweet!
    ZQ

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  3. brudbergOctober 25, 2015 at 2:45 PM

    I feel the course of the hummingbirds fly is exactly the kind of map you'll have with a broken heart.

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 25, 2015 at 2:49 PM

    "fold up my heart like a stolen map" - I love it!

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  5. Sanaa RizviOctober 25, 2015 at 2:56 PM

    Such a passionate write :D

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  6. Stacy M.S.October 25, 2015 at 3:23 PM

    lovely and romantic. the photo is fitting!

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  7. HelenOctober 25, 2015 at 3:54 PM

    Perfect, Rene.

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  8. Donna@LivingFromHappinessOctober 25, 2015 at 5:49 PM

    Oh I adore this...especially folding up our hearts like a map...nice.

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-WadeOctober 25, 2015 at 8:11 PM

    I'm totally in love with this poem!

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  10. MaryOctober 25, 2015 at 9:34 PM

    What a wonderful image you have penned.

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  11. Benjamin Kingery Loomis Roy Moore October 25, 2015 at 10:33 PM

    crispy words.

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  12. AnonymousOctober 25, 2015 at 11:37 PM

    Beautiful image!

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  13. DeepaOctober 26, 2015 at 1:09 AM

    Nice read

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  14. KathleenOctober 26, 2015 at 8:14 AM

    We were both inspired by tiny flying creatures!

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  15. humbirdOctober 26, 2015 at 9:59 AM

    Interesting images!

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  16. Bekkie SanchezOctober 26, 2015 at 10:52 AM

    I love it, short and full of charm!

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  17. Carol CampbellOctober 26, 2015 at 11:22 AM

    Sterling images!

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  18. Buddah MoskowitzOctober 26, 2015 at 12:51 PM

    15 words to pack one wallop! You win!

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  19. NoirfifreOctober 26, 2015 at 1:23 PM

    Hmm, sounds like the secret entrance to a fairy land through dreams. I like the comparison to your heart like a stolen map. When I read that part, I looked up at the image and I can see the words reflecting in her sleeping position.

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  20. KutamunOctober 26, 2015 at 4:46 PM

    Now this is a curious mystery , i must think some more on it , but its got me in

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  21. Tess KincaidOctober 26, 2015 at 5:32 PM

    Like a stolen map...oh that's lovely...

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  22. WanderOctober 26, 2015 at 6:34 PM

    Nice little piece

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  23. SusanOctober 26, 2015 at 7:14 PM

    The two images lay so sweetly together!

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  24. Casey FreelandOctober 26, 2015 at 11:42 PM

    Sometimes they just travel all over it, don't they.

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  25. Kathe W.October 26, 2015 at 11:49 PM

    well done !

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  26. MichaelOctober 27, 2015 at 3:51 PM

    fold up my heart like a stolen map. that is friggin awesome. I might steal that for personal use. YOU HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED.

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  27. Ankita October 29, 2015 at 2:51 PM

    lovely!

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  28. MichaelDecember 27, 2015 at 7:29 PM

    Rene, as always your poems are incredible. Love these words. Miss seeing your other humourous writings. With nothing here in a few months, I am sadly going to stop following you (for now) but do let me know if.when you start writing more again. Wishing you a wonderful 2016! :)

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