Drizzle ...
owl's
hoots and howls
turn into hum.
Leaves rustle,
rubbed
by raindrops'
drip.
Doves
listen ...
silent wet eyes:
broken egg shells,
an empty nest.
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A contest entry
- solitude by tara wilson.
2700 points, ended August 20, 42 entries
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Comments
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There are many strong images in this poem, I love the broken egg shells, makes one feel the solitude of the poem even more powerfully, thanks for this entry, Myra
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Strong images in this narrative.
Thanks for this.
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The last two lines were definitely the best part, though I also liked the idea of being rubbed by a raindrop!(was it ticklish)
Sweet and short = nice!
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The broken egg shells is a powerful image of loss and transformation all at once.
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Your imagery is truly spectacular - particularly liked:
Leaves rustle,
rubbed
by raindrops'
drip.
Thanks for sharing.
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The desolate image of the broken egg-shells and the empty nest is incredibly effective and poignant--a sad but very beautiful little poem.
Bill
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This shows what a compassionate soul you have. Even in solitude you consider the birds rather than yourself. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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broken egg shells,
an empty nest
this stanza screams at me with a metaphorical sadness. The overall impression is one of beauty and sadness, as rain like teardrops fall. Beautiful poem here. One to be proud of.
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Wow! This is fantastic. Brilliant. I love it.
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This imagery in this little poem is truly amazing. You have captured sound and life. Sometimes life is sad but it seems to carry on.
Love,
Amera♥
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Birds do cry.
This touched my heart
good luck in contest.
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Now this is clever...
the tying of birds and sounds to an empty nest...
I remember when the empty nest happened to me...
Now it is actually nice but at the time, I could not help but wonder what was happening to them.
♥Becky♥
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very good
The ending is so touching.
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