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A Sense of Belonging

Interlaced branches shred the sunlight,
desolate arms reaching upward,
winter has come.

Intricate weavings cling high above
exposed and barren.
The wind picks up a feather
and I watch it sail.
Remnants of birth… remnants of life…
deserted nests.

A darkness on the brittle field,
once a passageway to safety
now a bedroom door
for whatever sleeps below.

The wind rattles dry leaves,
a rustling song about home.
  This is the planet of my birth
  this is my home, my earth.


The seasons have changed;
the nurturing breast of nature
has withered, awaiting renewal.
Yet, I feel her holding me,
  I am accepted; I feel…
                                …home.


Author notes

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. ~ Maya Angelou
Prompt: Home
Picture Credit: Trees_by_g00dapple (www.deviantart.com)
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  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    November 25, 2008

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    Stunning images

    The reader is intimately drawn in to your poem because we , if we are awake, have seen such nests...have felt that emptiness and abandonment of a bare set of branches with an empty nest. Nicely done!
    Your use of description is powerful...it is angsty and yet there is such dearness in those images.

    And, there is hope and a comfort in the reality that it will return....

    Bravo, for writing a poem one can really sink in to!

    I have saved your author's note's quote. I feel a blog coming on.


  • Amarillistarshot silver member
    November 23, 2008

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    WOW!!!!

    This is amazing! The imagery absolutely rocks! Nature lives, even when it's fading. Stunning! My favorite is the third stanza. (Plus, I couldn't find any grammatical mistakes. ) Great write!!! Really, truly wonderful! (Is bookmarked.)


  • WolfHeart
    November 23, 2008

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    **Sigh**

    This is so deep in meaning and sends the reader to wondering about life. No matter how sad our lives, we are a part of home. The earth sustains us until our balloon looses from its string and lets us go to that other home.
    Very well written


  • SimplyNoodle
    November 23, 2008
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    Nicley put, you will definatly beat me! lol