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Broken Egg

I mourn for you, oh Mourning Dove. Your egg lies broken on my porch. You build yourself a modest nest but jay flies here to scatter it. You seek and find those sticks unfit to build yourself a modest nest. Your egg lies broken on my porch. I mourn for you, oh Mourning Dove.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 11/28/2021 7:17:00 PM

Dear Carol Louise, the power of your poignant pen brings me the center of this sad scene. You portray the scattered nest and broken egg of the mourning dove with heartfelt expression. The reversal of you lines is very effective in amplifying the melancholy emotion. Just lovely. Warmest wishes, my sweet friend.. ~Susan

Carol Louise Moon
Date: 12/13/2021 5:10:00 PM

Dear Susan, I haven't visited Poetry Soup for a few weeks, so I missed reading your wonderful, and much appreciated comment on my poem. Thank you so much, my fine friend. Carol Louise

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/22/2021 7:42:00 PM

Aw, me too. ~ Mourning Dove

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/21/2021 12:28:00 PM

a poignant little tale in your poem. very nice.

Carol Louise Moon
Date: 6/21/2021 4:44:00 PM

Thank you, Andrea. They say the poor Mourning Dove doesn't know how to construct her nest very well. So it's easy for a bully like Scrub Jay to come along and steal her eggs.