Hummingbird Friend

She hovers – and in a flash of light is gone
With a cedar backdrop and familiar song
The activity is sweet and her winter’s treat
Has increased – three parts to one

She watches, on guard, as I come and go
And time for me – stills – when she’s at my window
Over two years now – that she feeds with me
Sometimes she sits close, on a Katsura tree

She’s an Anna’s hummer and will stay ‘round all year
Wear red and she’ll linger close – without fear
She stopped one time, in front of my face
I looked into her eyes while inspecting the place

Now a perch sits tied to my Buddhist bells
It’s her refuge when winter’s weather – is hell
I can watch her and hear her sing songs of joy
And maybe by spring, she may share with the boys.

Copyright © 2013 by Terry Broadworth. Used with permission

Something to tickle my fancy….

I am barefoot in my boots today…
Sensing a special place, where I can play…
This delightful expression known only to me…
Has a certain enchantment that makes me feel free…
I can sing and dance and obsess in my head….
With a lighter step; while my toes can spread…..

(dedicated to my Groove and Zumba friends at TGM)
Copyright © 2012 by Terry Broadworth – Used with permission

 

A Working Drama Captured

There were no little things that happened this week,
Must be cosmic sunspots or the stars causing grief
Tuesday, a friend had a medical spell.
It put us on edge, to see our friend ill.
Wednesday, was bowling, my colleague was twist,
Causing an agony, most treatments resist.
Thursday, my bus drive – a tour ‘round town
I trip, skin my knee, when I crashed to the ground.
In Calgary, another, steps up for her tax.
She falls, box and ladder, now her elbow is cracked.
Another comes in, with a major goose egg,
When a hospital rail, hit her direct on the head.
Someone’s family crisis, a friend’s sister too.
Another’s having troubles and there’s more drama too
There were no little things, for my friends this week,
Must be cosmic sunspots, or the stars causing grief.

Copyright © April 2008 by Terry Broadworth – Used with permission

Tai Chi by T

I am the grasshopper guided by the ancient ones
Rooted on the ground with my wings in the air
I struggle to calm the core and find the flow of the cycle
Breathe deep and energize
Away from the acids of distress
The call to make a fist is challenged
But for readiness and discipline – it could work
The learned experience confuses me
As I comfort myself
I am too scattered and move on.

Thank you Teacher

Copyright © 2008 by Terry Broadworth. Used with permission

Terry Broadworth

I was born and raised in Victoria BC, and moved to Abbotsford in 1976. I worked as a practical nurse and recreation programmer at the MSA General Hospital – The Cottage – for 34 years. I found my work with Seniors and their family very rewarding and a big inspiration to me. My hobbies include writing, photography, the arts, music, gardening and the computer. My travels have always inspired my poetry and my poetry has come in handy when the camera failed to capture the memories. I went digital after that. Over the years I have composed the farewell/retirement ditties for my friends as well as a few special tributes to Residents, Family and Volunteers. I have been blessed with the ability to capture these celebrations in rhyme – sometimes in the 11th hour –Terry Broadworth

NOTE: Terry’s book A Poets Passion Revisited was published in the fall of 2015 and is available for purchase. Details HERE.