Losing Your Shell

secure and warm... from misty rain...

In the month of June when we see a new moon... 

a turquoise egg will begin to crack 

with soft silky feathers laid back... 

The world is at their beck and call 

after all we need beautiful Robins with

tiny beeks to steal our hearts... 

We start singing the song in Spring... 

When the Red Red Robin comes 

Bob Bob, Bobbin along... 

Little boys with their Race Cars and 

Little girls with their Dolls are 

discovering aqua marine egg shells 

under their race cars and doll carriages...  

The day is virtually alive with the new birth 

of fledglings who will break each day with a song... 

    

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Even if not around any bird watchers, I'd wager that EVERYONE (among our generation) grew up with a fondness for robins, with the iconic red-breasted males & robin's eggs used endlessly to identify the ultimate shade of light blue with a hint of turquoise. You've packed this poem with memories, including the "bob, bob, bobbin along" song that must've been a sixth-grade camp classic. The way you load up on poignant imagery, your nest is full & overflowing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

Margie dear... yes... new life is constantly cracking open to reveal new ideas and inspired approaches to
every day situations. Eggs and eyes have irresistible colors that seduce and soothe our need for nourishment for our body and soul. as ever, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, Margie... we grew up with Robins and without
realizing, they seemed to protect us while we as children would play hop-scotch on the sidewalk and the Robins were our guardian angels. Some things we always remember vividly. hugs, Pat

[barleygirl]

In my youth, I played a favorite song incessantly on the guitar . . . it was sung by Joan Baez: "Diamonds & Rust" . . . my favorite line in the song was comparing the lost love's eyes to robin's eggs. I swear, I literally swooned when I sang that becuz I was picturing that amazing color in my mind's eye! *smile*

[Patricia Wedel]

Thanks for sharing the amazing story. When we were young... songs and music did leave us swooning.
I would cry when I had a "crush" on a cute guy who was not on the same page... but music always soothed the trauma of lost love that never was.
I love the song, "And when I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember". truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

I will listen to "Diamonds and Rust" by Joan Baez...
shortly today. Bless you dear heart. Pat

[barleygirl]

Thanks for the share! *smile*

[lightsong]

that's so lovely, I love the most the bonding between the fledglings and the children because both are the same resembling birth, life, freedom, hope, pureness and energy.

"after all we need beautiful Robins with
tiny beeks to steal our hearts..."

yes we do, as we do need the other countless wonders of nature, Thank You dear Patricia for sharing this warm alive moments with us.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Light... I love to observe babies and young children... how they react to life... with their read moredear Light... I love to observe babies and young children... how they react to life... with their
peeks open wide ready for tidbits of nourishment.
Thank you for gracing my poem of new birth and the freedom to fly and discover. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

how babies and toddlers react to life... with their
beeks open wide.. ready for nourishment. as ever, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and everyone sooner or later has to come out of their shell...children might often be shy at first, but eventually the shell breaks apart and they fly...
humans, robins...leave the nest sooner or later...
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... when we break out of our shell at birth... there are different phases of the moon when
it might be mysterious to break out of a pumpkin shell at Halloween or even Thanksgiving. Sometimes we get set in our ways... and needed to be persuaded to try a new approach. We do leave the Nest sooner or later... only to build another Nest ... and the Legacy continues. Thank you for your thoughtful review, albeit a little late. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... I am the one who is a bit late in thanking you for your review. I should have said,
"albeit I am late in thanking you. My name should be
"trouble". as ever, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Your poetry has the newness of life and nature. Your observation and imagination combine to spread lively connections and cheers everywhere. I guess your message is about losing something to gain something else, a maturation of the process of life. Marvelous...

[Sami Khalil]

"The day is virtually alive with the new birth

of fledglings who will break each day with a song..."

[Sami Khalil]

"tiny beeks to steal our hearts...

We start singing the song in Spring...

When the Red Red Robin comes"

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... when we break out of our shell, we
experience a world of foraging and discovering how
to survive. We learn from others, to be kind and lend a helping hand. Thanks for placing a glow on a few of my lines. We see half grown fledglings still learning from their parents how to approach a
full railing around our Deck ... where seeds of every kind present a smorgasbord of nutritious treats .
In return they sing their songs and surely must have a
place to retire when night draws a curtain until Angels open the skies to morning light. Thank you, Sami, for stopping by. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

All true. You are welcome....

[Lydia Shutter]

You are an observer of nature and the circle of life. The scenes you describe are innocent and sweet and the ones we should all pay more attention to in our crazy world. Just wonderful, Pat. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... so glad you are reading my scribbles...
poetry seems to soothe my concerns in a way that
nature provides. Have a pleasant lovely day. as ever, Pat

[Neville]

Told as only our dear Pat can tell um and quicker than lightening she can shell em..... Nice one Pat and true...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... you sound like thunder in the midnight sky... when nature is planning a duel of hearts.
You seem to fly by silently leaving a contrail of
blessings. truly, Pat

[Neville]

...................... Bless you Pat :)