a lesser fig

a lesser fig

A Poem by Emily B

I build my nest

with scraps of silk

bright-colored strands

tokeep me warm.

 

My feathers

may be dull and brown

but, oh, I’ll have

a pretty nest.

© 2010 Emily B


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. inspired i am ... to build a nest ... you glow and glow and glow and glow ... and i find myself wishing that you glow even more ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

and your art to build a home for so many so warm,coffee cozy and something that gives everyone a sense of not being lonely is what that matters...
Even those wid peacock wings cannot do that...i'm sure.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your words are fragile..and fragility has a calm beauty that speaks volumes..
My feathers

may be dull and brown

but, oh, I’ll have

a pretty nest.
a nest is metaphoric of home to me..and home is comfort,beautiful on all days,bright and dull...:)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

my apologies for not getting back to read your work more soon...this is a delicate piece which immediately lessened the obstructions of the day

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

For what are our feathers if we have them just for show?

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one makes me sigh, it is lovely and breath taking. I really adored the last stanza.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A wonderful message of the warmth you created amongst your surroundings, although the perception of yourself, I don't agree with. You are sweet Emily, who always brings light into others lives.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

simple and sweet

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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