Bird

rebmasters

Never say a word;
afraid it will fracture this fragile force.
A tiny, delicate bird’s egg;
if I mishandle it, it will shatter
& this moment will be gone, lost.
I’m afraid it’s not real.
I do not want it to be real.

Bound me in your nutshell,
build me a brave bird’s nest.
Let our fragile egg find rest there
& we can cover it.
You’ll keep it warm
& I’ll whisper
stories of you.

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2021 04:21
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Bound me in your nutshell,
    build me a brave bird’s nest.
    Let our fragile egg find rest'
    'if I mishandle it, it will shatter
    & this moment will be gone, lost.
    I’m afraid it’s not real.'
    'we can cover it.
    You’ll keep it warm
    & I’ll whisper'...
    Brilliant!
    How well you depict our crippling tension of apprehension
    that consumes us, when anything worthwhile
    enters our lives
    (please forgive me for rearranging the layout of your poetry
    I meant no disrespect, just my overzealous nature
    to showcase the unassuming craft you put in to your style
    of instinctively woven artistry)

  • rebmasters

    Thank you and no need to apologise - they are never finished, just abandoned as some writer (I forget who) once said



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