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I am held in the comfort of your hands, softly, as the small, broken wings of a bird.
No cooing is heard as token words cannot fill my breathless need. Your caress
soothes murmurings of a grieving heart as leaf brushes leaf.
Photo by Jacqueline Casey.
This was beautiful. Great take on the prompt.
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Beautifully crafted.
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Powerful last line.
“As leaf brushes leaf.” Beautiful.
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There is such a gentleness to the way this flows together.
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Thank you, CC. That was what I was aiming for. Sympathy is a gentle thing.
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Words never quite work for filling needs.
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Yes, I agree. Sometimes, well-meaning words seem to pour more salt on the wound.
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Great description–this is so sad.
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I love these natural images–the bird’s wings and the leaves. I can feel those textures through your words.
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Beautifully done! I love the tactile nature of your imagery.
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So beautiful – those supporting hands so nurturing.
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Thank you, Sarah Ann… I have a picture I took many years ago of my teenage son holding, very carefully, a fallen bird in the cup of his hands. That was the image I pictured in my mind as I wrote this poem.
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This is a gorgeous piece. Lovely writing.
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Excellent. Reminds me of a folky song lyric. Maybe Iron & Wine. Loved it though.
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Thank you. Not familiar with Iron & Wine, but will take a look…
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I admire the idea that sometimes words are not needed. All we need is a hug or a caress to make us feel better. There is a certain warmth in the words. Beautiful.
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I really like the image of holding a broken bird…it’s just beautiful.
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Beautiful words…so poetic.
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The entire piece is lovingly written, but that first line is beyond wonderful. It made my heart squish.
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Thank you so much, Jo-Anne.
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Such a gentle, lovely piece, ‘leaf brushes leaf’ particularly so.
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Thank you, Kymm. Look forward to reading your work in the future.
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so much pain in such a quiet poem. And the metaphor of a broken bird is rendered perfectly. Thanks for this!
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You are most welcome, James.
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Jackie, this is so heartfelt and sad, but the last line in particular is just lovely. Very sweet tribute to your husband – thank you for sharing it with all of us.
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The final line, leaf brushing leaf really conveyed the message. Lovely.
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so poetic. lovely.
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