Bird’s Nest

a bird made a small nest

in the shade of staircase,

with easy access to

the outside domains,

.

I saw it again and again,

as I traversed through

the straight stairs,

rare chance that I missed,

.

my eyes never blinked those

sometimes I stood

in a sort of trance,

my hands limp by my side,

.

those straws and pebbles

would give rise to goose pimples,

as I pondered over this

clever crude creation,

.

it was my secret and still is,

to believe that it hoarded jewels,

diamonds and rubies,

ripe with a sheen of knowledge,

.

it was a basket for me,

full of wonders of many kinds,

I was a kid then but much

hasn’t changed today,

.

i have no memory of

when it was that those feathers

and twigs were swept away,

reduced to nothingness,

.

and now when I gaze at

that dotted starry sky,

I see a new constellation,

shape of that long gone nest,

.

even though I can’t recollect

much of what that time was like,

I just wonder at my wonders,

and wander as I close my eyes

.

* For Sunday Whirl Wordle 129. Also submitting the link for Poetry Pantry # 170. Also, this has come out to be the 701st post here.

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20 thoughts on “Bird’s Nest

  1. Ha, I really liked your idea that it jewels, diamonds and rubies. Imagination is a wonderful thing, and why not?? I think we in adulthood have to continue to wonder at our wonders & never lose the ability to dream. A very nice reflection here, HA.

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  2. I love the quiet reflective tone of this, and the idea of seeing a constellation in the shape of the nest. Really beautiful poem.

    One question… in the first line of the third stanza, should the word “those” be “though” (my eyes never blinked though)?

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