children peer in nests
observe treasures
blue notes
an ecstasy of anticipation
emergence
an appearance
a mystery arrives
a hatching to ensue...
fertility in eggs
vanished
a hasty vernal exit
an empty bowl of sticks
remnant feathers
an abandoned pillow
distressed
ruddy breast
cracked
shards of blue
an end before a beginning
a falling before Spring
a death before birth
when you left.
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How sad. I was certain I was reading a poem celebrating Spring and rebirth; the turn is sudden and stunning:
"vanished
a hasty vernal exit
an empty bowl of sticks
remnant feathers"
Bravo, but how sad!
I agree. Your twist is startling and makes me want to say "Nooo... don't leave!" It's very sad but great writing.
I guess its a matter of scale, mostly temporal scale, regarding re-birth.
...and surprise, and the ability to demonstrate some sort of resilience.
Glad you liked it Karen.
E- leaving is like staying in that both are doing instead of being.
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