The NestA Poem by David P. EckertAdolescence among birds?
The Nest Limited space time narrowing mouth twisting in disgust bellow of outrage all efforts at definition to force the letting go preparing for flight. The nest’s twigs are well-shaped now, worn smooth by wear well adorned with memories and fresh paint, straining with weight straining with sturm und drung. As the storms of summer clear and sun rays backlight the inner nest a promise of roomier times of loneliness peeks through the wrappings of its wrinkled, aching package. Wary of crashing shuttles and hijacked dreams no one tears the paper to squint into next season the nest will wait waving in the shifting breeze held fast to strong limbs.
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12 Reviews Added on February 21, 2008 AuthorDavid P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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