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
Adventures in Poetry and Writing
brenda warren
Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
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poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
Writing for Wholeness
Waiting on Words
A Feminist Literary Collective (& outlaw poets swearing)
"What a strange bundle of consistent inconsistencies we all are." Mary Ronan
The weather and the light are just different out here...and sometimes you have to find the words for things.
My poetry is my religion.
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
Be inspired...Be creative...Be peace...Be
a weekly flash fiction prompt inspired by google maps
Observations from the loose nut behind the wheel.
spiritual enlightenment and self improvement
In real life.....
undercaws 
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.
Elizabeth
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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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