Best Nests Poems

Those happy, golden years, the children growing up...
   great days of joy, some tears, sweet nectar in our cup.
So blessed the three of them had come to fill our life;
   each one a special gem...years spent with little strife.
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Tide out ...

Swells break far and creep slow,
sweeping tender 'cross washboard flats
where they used to dance -
where they lauded the ebullience of life
in purpose ... and pairs.

Beach ballerinas, flaunting perfect line ...
toothpick legs busy as Baryshnikov 'midst the billows,
leopard mantle still as stars
while they streaked...

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I viewed them the spring before – robins in our grass
and swallows flying circles around the front of the house.
Weeks later I spied their nests -
the swallows’ under an eave of our garage
and the robins’ hidden in a cluster 
of our pear tree’s lovely green...

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In the trees, 
  high up catching every breeze
small twigs, dry grass, and leaves form the large drey,
  with stuffing from some cushioned chair pretended to be hay;
atop the forked trunks of mighty oaks
  a perch of squirrels gather against wintry pokes.
Encircling...

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A nesting is but invaded
All nestlings abandoned
But ‘four’ eggs shelled?

Mother bird is gone
Many a tuft of feathers
Drying in the winds!


Broken twigs have bent
The nest will sit misshapen
Under treed branches above!
 

Mother overhead flees
Skyward tweeting call-back cries
A hungry snake waits!...

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Eagle nests lie high 
Conceal young from other prey 
Mercy should they fall...

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Winter branches reveal
Summer home of winged sprites
Bird architecture...

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empty nests
the cicada sounds
louder now...

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Like little birds that at last leave the nest,
so too do our own little birds fly away.
When life’s lessons have barely begun to be learned,
they fly away to gain new experiences
and insights of their own.

Some will build very small nests 
and remain there without partners...

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SLEEPY NESTS SILENT


crush of bones shadows 
marsh quivering eyes burning
sleepy nests silent











Haiku chill: SLEEPY NESTS SILENT: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 2014 Nov 14...

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Siamese

         F i g h t i n g

              Fish,

Bettas

         B l o w

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Nests of weaver birds 
                                   hanging down from the palmyra palm
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Interlacing strands of love
were woven with such warmth and care.
I felt secure in your presence,
united by trust in the unity of our shelter
strengthened by the fibre of our hearts.
But that was yesterday,
before the pruning of my emotions,
the crumbling of the fabric of my being
leaving me...

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(a poem in 2 Senryus)

We carefully choose
bits of our lives that we then
weave into stories.

Like birds building nests, 
making the safe places that
keep and define us....

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LAST YEAR’S NESTS

When fall reluctantly lets go of the last wind-battered leaves
Coquettishly revealing its crunchy, bitter nakedness
I like to peer deeply inside each stiff and prickly carcass
Seeking out last year’s abandoned nests, and the stories each tells.

I am amazed at the range of societal class...

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