So then, stick by stick
tonight we tear off strip after strip
the newest feathers first
then the older twigs and vines
with each one
my heart drops
until there’s nothing left
and nowhere lower
just empty branches
where our sweet home once was
Inch by inch
we pack and divide the moss
all the soft things we’ve collected
years of careful, loving selection
pecking them away, each and every one
my heart stops
as we place them in our beaks
to separate forever
over an unknown distance
just a meaningless assortment
of what once was our sweet home
Doing what we know we must
we both say it’s for the best
the home we had just turns to dust
pull apart the perfect nest
You fly south
I stay north
and never again
will our sweet home be here…
[2009]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
Equal parts lovely and sad. Sigh…
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Thank you! 🙂
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Well written!
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Thanks!
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Your work always touches a cord in me.
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Thank you, you’re very kind. I’m so glad to hear that it is resonating with you. That’s really encouraging and motivating.
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Stay motivated! I think your prose suffuses my own experiences and makes them more tangible.
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Thank you! That’s so great to hear and very motivating indeed.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SAD AND POIGNANT!
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I woke up one morning and wrote this, out of necessity. I doubt I achieved much else that day, but at least I got this poem out of it.
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Getting a poem out of anything is always a good day!
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