A Lonely Nest

Is this the way you love me my love bird?
Leaving me alone in my nest of words.
    Bathing in someone else’s birdbath, love,
    Basking in the sun in another’s tree.
    Eating in another’s birdfeeder, love,
    And failing to fly home to flock with me.
Is this the way you love this meadow lark?
By flying away and crushing my heart.
    The only thing left are remnants of plumes,
    Did I ruffle your feathers once again?
    Not hearing your chirps has set forth my doom,
    It’s hard to fly on while my heart won’t mend.
The worms have no taste, for my heart’s depressed.
It’s hard flying home to a lonely nest.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Steadman Avatar
January 19, 2009 at 11:49 AM
great final line here...one of my fav's...thanx for the welcome!...~Luke
Gass Avatar
December 20, 2008 at 10:11 AM
This is wonderful, Raul. Very beautifully written and fresh and clever way of putting it together. Sad but lovely. Love Robin
Neal Avatar
November 30, 2008 at 12:50 PM
I like the structure you used, it is very different. Never seen it like this before.
Thomas Avatar
November 25, 2008 at 4:09 AM
Beautiful sonnet, melancholy and forlorn. The image of the empty nest is so touching.
Neal Avatar
November 24, 2008 at 3:46 PM
This is a nice sonnet. I love the way you did it.
Strand Avatar
November 20, 2008 at 11:58 PM
Like the kyrielle touches in this on Raul.Rgds Brianb & thanks for your welcome comments
Torres Avatar
November 20, 2008 at 3:00 PM
This is wonderful loved it Raul. Michael Torres
Puhi Avatar
November 20, 2008 at 2:12 PM
It's heartwrenching to know if this poem speaks of your expierences. But, you create such a compelling case of loneliness into something so beautiful. I love this sonnet.
Winter Avatar
November 20, 2008 at 1:03 PM
Loneliness is a terrible thing. Hoping, if this poem is true, love comes back into full bloom for you. Hang in there, as sometimes life has it's reasons. And keep writing! Love, Shar
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