Our love is a nest of twigs
intricately woven
where secrets whisper
in dark spaces and
we giggle
we find each other
in coins on the side of the road
~bw
undercaws
Our love is a nest of twigs
intricately woven
where secrets whisper
in dark spaces and
we giggle
we find each other
in coins on the side of the road
~bw
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threading my way around. this poem is very quietly stunning, stunning. your common stance of shorter poems really is showing itself in good light – few words that do invoke a lot.
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Have to echo Marianne on this. Beautiful is a good word. Love the idea of how a bird’s nest is a wonderful metaphor for the threads within a loving relationship. Powerful images.
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And each twig in that nest signifies something very special! Bravo to love, Brenda! This is beautiful! ❤️
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