Anthony Bianco Poet Rhyme

Bird House Blues

A birdhouse attracts the beautiful and divine.
Who offers the soul both a charm and a chime.
Blessing hearts with palette and song.

Along come the rippers and nibblers. 
Gleaners of peace they're born to be.
Leaving the heart to a hobbled dream. 
In skies of robin's-egg quiet.

Now blistering in twisting silence.
Battling the harshest of seasons.
Amidst winter acorns and peace thieves.
Birdhouses filled with dead and dying things.

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CayCay Godwin September 30, 2016 at 9:24 PM The abandoned bird house, once positively possessed and glowing, left abandoned and bereft. There is a lot of emotion in this write as a metaphor for lonely people. It also works as a realistic view feeling when sighting a deserted bird house. I truly, truly enjoyed reading it ... CayCay