Yellow Stains On Cement


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A home nestled over my door
mama bird’s ingenuity
tangled up with twigs
scraps of paper, leaves and manmade garbage.
Papa bird guards while mama soars off scavenging.

People’s paranoid fears
overlooking the freedom of a family’s nest,
fearful of a tiny germ-infested creature.
Belting away a bird’s intricate basket with a broom,
reminiscent of american families losing their homes.

I marveled at the tediously woven work.
Witnessing survival morphed to momentary,
as moody Nevada winds whistled harshly,
speckled sparrow eggs spattered in vain.
A life within spilled out from under wishful wings.

Peering down at broken shells,
yellow stains on cement,
i felt a sparrow’s sadness.
As fractured pieces of a family remained,
mama let the wind lift her high in the sky.

j.k.

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About echowood628

Let me start by saying I have been involved in creative endeavors my entire life. I began playing the piano at age two, composed my first song at age four, and ever since have spent almost every day spending hours allowing my fingers to dance across my keyboard. Composing music for the piano gave me a place to heal and find peace. An art major in college I focused on drawing and figure drawing and I also enjoy oil painting and watercolors. I have always enjoyed poetry and more recently started writing poems and enjoying the freedom and limitlessness of expressing my heart with paper and ink. I am divorced with two grown children. My daughter is a published author and my son is attending college majoring in zoology.
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