Dry twigs with care were placed, where lie sprigs of grass now a waste
Young have left an abandoned nest, a home bereft where snakes do rest
Only feathers where once laid eggs, lonely scale tethers and dried shell dregs
Once a place of joy so dear, now disgrace and a bird's hidden fear
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Interesting duality in this poem Soren
Thank you Demar for your review of this small piece it is most appreciated
This made me visualise the aftermath where for just a moment I could feel the fear, a sight to see that a home now ruined. Very well written!
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Soren… I know that feeling of something once alive now standing still. Your nest feels like those moments when life moves on without warning… and what remains is the quiet learning to breathe again. Thank you for naming it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the read and comment. What once was no longer is or at least not as it was. Appreciate your review and kind words my friend
The nest! Oh my dear sorrenbarret what poetic beauty in here, I could feel all the emotion and imagery and all. Superb my dear friend, this one hurts. 🌹
Thank you so much my friend for your read and kind words they are truly valued
Nature seems to cope with this, even expects it.
Humans on the other hand may feel it as a redundancy and never recover.
Great analogy.
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A fine write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi it is most appreciated
I've found 2 birds nests on my morning rambles, and have marvelled at the skill it took to weave them. You portray the cycle of the nest beautifully, the life that it held and ithe emptiness when its purpose has been served.
Dear Bella thank you so much for the read my friend and understanding comment it is always appreciated
Wonderful words soren bringing the emotions of good to bad into our minds.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy for your review and support. Always appreciated
It’s like the empty nest syndrome
Indeed so close to what I had in mind with the writing of this poem. It started there and developed into what else happens after.
the emptiness after nurturing is haunting but inevitable.
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