Shawn L. Bird

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poem-nesting April 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:33 pm
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The nest is empty

and without the chicks holding them together

some birds fly in different directions.

Job done.

So sad,

for others find the absence of young

brings far more joy in one another

than they could find while struggling

to satisfy the demands of youth.

The empty nest is the next gentle chapter

where romance can thrive again,

when laughing songs of

swooping lovers twitter through

the afternoon air and soft whispers

fill the nights.

 

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6 Responses to “poem-nesting”

  1. narble Says:

    We’re taking some joy in refurbishing the nest.

  2. There are many tears and laughter in middle-age, but I believe the joy outweighs the sorrow.

    • There are many joys, though it seems lately we are grieving the loss of our parent’s generation. So far, my husband and I both have both sets of parents intact (though they range in age from 78 to 100), but many of my friends have lost one or both their parents in the last year or two. All these people who teased me affectionately during my childhood and youth, gone on. It seems like only yesterday! Yesterday I read the death notice of the oldest person, who’d passed away in her sleep at 117 years old. She thought her life had seemed “rather short” which is what my centarian dad feels!
      http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3020881/Worlds-oldest-person-dies-117.html

  3. The glow of autumn presages another spring.


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