Nesting In The Niche

Nesting In The Niche

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr

Nesting In The Niche

We reach out
we touch the silent leaves
hanging on the trees of one another’s lives.
We smell the flowers of hope, feel
easy satin petals rubbing up against
the warm breast of nurturing....
Our leaves lie still on the emerald tips
of our words where they fall.
They wait for someone to mow them down
and take the fertile leavings;
the compost of our thoughts, nutrients for their need.
A grass sowed full with bursting seed.

We reach out,
We tangle ourselves in one anthers twigs,
swing from the strong straight branches
of years of growth.
We seek shelter and freedom in our touching,
we find quiet and peace
and nest in the niche
of each other’s dreaming.

5/1/08

© 2008 mysticgmekeepr


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This is a commonly used metaphor...used in a very unique way

trees simply draw us...perhaps because they are rooted...yet reach an grow....something so solid about roots....yet so delicate about leaves

I enjoyed this...( thanks J )

Blesssssss

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is lovely, warm and nurturing. I loved the easiness of it all.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Lovely imagery. You play with the metaphor in many ways but stay true to the subject. I especially like " we reach out, We tangle ourselves in one anthers twigs,
swing from the strong straight branches
of years of growth."


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm enchanted. I like the imagery of the tree as a source of comfort as well as inspiration. The lines "we tangle ourselves in one anothers twigs" and "nest in the niche of each other's dreaming" beautifully articulate the uplifting spirit of your poem. Nicely done.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This has a calmness I adore. Very nice. You brought this into blooming without exaggeration.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Where words fail nature encapsulates with its texture and vibrancy. It's rhythms and its perfect cycles, the shelter of a petal while feeling so minuscule or as grand as a tree with in the thought or activity of an embrace.

I have to agree with the other wonderful reviews the last four lines are somewhat like a self medicating healing magic of sorts, a place I think most have been.


Posted 16 Years Ago


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J
Peaceful and lush, this made me feel...
your imagery had a vibrancy I felt deep comfort in.

Green... philosophique, yes.
Much enjoyed.
J

Posted 16 Years Ago


Your last two lines are extremely mesmerizing and exceptionally beautiful.

Posted 16 Years Ago


beautiful, beautiful.... everything in a lovely place, feel this in the heart....

Posted 16 Years Ago



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I am a woman and a child, an adolescent in an older persons shell, an ancient in a child's disguise, a mystery and a metaphor, opposites and contradictions, swirling waters and peace. more..

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