two worlds
midnight rainfall settled onto iris leaves
stretching slender, pointed pathways
i walk the garden
translucent, transcendent, glowing orbs
catching June sunshine
twinkling
i take pictures to remember
dewed breath morning glow
then i remember to check the nest
check to see if babies are growing
strong and fat and loud
i peek into what was their shelter
now torn
two barely feathered nestlings, desssicated, limp
already attended by flies
mother and father gone, on to the next attempt
Lilting, Laughing, Dancing
June breeze doesn’t seem to notice
14 thoughts on "two worlds"
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As someone who is realizing just how many poems I write about dead birds, this got me in the feels. Poor babies.
It was so sad to see them that way, made even more so by such a beautiful morning!
I went “Awwww” after reading this!
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Beautifully written — caught in my throat!
Thank you!
Nicely woven together. I especially like the title and then the ending–with capital letters of June breeze that “doesn’t seem to notice.”
Thank you!
The fluid sounds in this poem create a good tension with the poor babies. Hate to lose birds.
Thank you
Maybe odd, but I don’t see this as sad. I see this as not just 2 worlds. The title is somewhat misleading. There is the human observer coming with their emotions, the irises pointing the plot forward with their own design, the missing birds, the flies, and then the June wind. Each seem to have their own perspectives and drives which can only be interpreted but not known, but also each a part of a unified whole both in this world and in this very poem.
Thank you for your feedback and perspective!
The contrast is quite powerful and well done. Nice work!
Thank you so much!