tiny spits of drizzle turned
ice cool
sprinkling all aroundthe sky is grey
birds have laid their nests
some in thick brush
and in the bushes
throughout my yard
I can hear them chirping
rustling about in
their cove for winter rest
quiet abounds
a feel of abandonment
from life’s verve
people in their homes
afraid of the cold
this grey before the snow
I’m not fond of itall seem to choose isolation
as if they’re distancing
as if they’ve all run off
to some place in the dark
I feel left alone
a childhood memory
I know that all
is born aloneall die alone
view a star in the sky
looking up at night
how wondrous the fullness
of winks and sparkles
yet stare at one and notice
the black that surrounds it
leaves it isolated and cold
we’re here
in the same nestI like to hear rustling
talk to me
talk to someone left alone
an abandoned child, the elderly,
a dog
all, once had someone
love is love only when shared
you are on a very sad bent, lately...
ReplyDeletealone, grey and cold but always on the precipice of colour, warmth, light and love, or perhaps not even on the precipice but always one foot in each)))
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erin
I can feel the loneliness in this, and the memory of a child who felt alone (with which I completely relate). I love "we're here in the same nest....talk to me." Good idea to talk to a child, a dog, or the elderly, as so many of those are lonely, too.
ReplyDeleteI especially love the last stanza. This is sad but hopeful at the same time.
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