like a twig in the beak of a bird who should’ve known better
Let me pick the splinters from this heart.
It starts, like a twig in the beak of a bird who should’ve known better.
And it rests, in the nest of yesterday, hidden between the bits they’ve discarded.
I’ve been busy lately, collecting; making a place where we can stay.
This house is my heart.
Let me feed you, the worms of everyone else’s disgust.
If you must, if you trust.
Let me need you more than wings. And things.
Until we fly away.
© ryan
Comments
OH gosh Nic,
stunning and so heart felt….wow xx
thank you dear xx
– PJ Ryan
Ah Nic, this house is my heart
such a great concept. I am seeing pigeons or blue bowerbirds as the nesters, no idea why!
PS: The image is stunning too, puts me in mind of a sister piece poem I did for Kallena/DragonFlyer on the substance of survival, even though the shadows are almost opposites…
oh i LOVE that image thanks :)
– PJ Ryan
Magic Nic…
Sandra
thanks sandra x
– PJ Ryan
your writing makes me feel………..just feel.
thank you x
– PJ Ryan
Loui is so right your writing is a feeling compass for one’s soul….. missed your words..xxx
what a beautiful comment, thanks xxx
– PJ Ryan
As ever, you rock…
as ever, you say the nicest things. thank you :)
– PJ Ryan
So beautifully woven, Nic – right from the very first line. x x
thank you beautiful girl x x
– PJ Ryan
Got me on the first line! x
thank you kath x
– PJ Ryan
goodness.. I did not expect to cry… I miss you girl.. I am not on enough and see you in passing over at facebook… wow … you just dug deep into a close up of my desires. x
hello darling, i’m not here often but thank you for reading and leaving me this reply .. i’m pleased it reached you despite the emotion. hugs x
– PJ Ryan
beautiful poetry…
thank you
– PJ Ryan