Today I saw a little nest
fashioned neat and trim,
with plastic wrap, and grass and leaves
entwined in feathered rim.
What bird had labored to create
a home so snug and warm
and placed it hidden in a bush
safe from wind and storm?
Kathleen Farrell lives in the Hudson Valley region of New York. Poetry writing is one of her hobbies.
There are no predators in the wood So deer run free who never could And hunting’s forbidden So deer...
Common Language I hear the music of the artist's brush Bruise with color the canvas' white, Feel the composers' fingers...
Roy, your final statement that war "reigns supreme" rings true. I have often thought that war is the more natural…
Roy, I really admire this poem and the insights it expresses. It moves along metrically at a nice clip --…
I knew we thought alike, Joseph, especially on my allusion to "peace mongers," which I hoped would be taken as…
Thank you, Adam. Yes, I suppose that Cassian's martyrdom made a personal connection with me, as a life-long teacher. In…
Thank you, Robert, for joining in with the Latin phrases.
Very sweet verse, Kathleen! Reminiscent of Emily Dickinson. I like it!
Dear Kathleen,
I love your poem.
Well done!
Joe
Lovely.
Your poem’s form suits its subject, lovely and neat. Well done!