Tried to Make a Nest
Tried to make a nest
She tried to make a nest upon his chest,
as if by folding into him
she could get him to hold her.
She liked to think of the light there as blue
but it was grey.
The chill of cement
as she walked to him, then bent to look for
a hollow, to fit into
a hollow,
could still be recalled
by her bared feet,
the hard cement beneath
whatever they covered it with.
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Draftish poem for Marian’s prompt on Real Toads about changes in love.
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ManicDDaily 
April 1, 2019 at 9:46 pm
That first stanza is heartbreaking. The rest of the poem is equally as sad.
April 1, 2019 at 9:47 pm
Very graphic; palpable. And so sad.
April 1, 2019 at 11:39 pm
This is piercing, it speaks with the longing of loss, the hollowness in wandering, hoping, searching – the imagery is cool in the mind and hurts the heart – well done for this far-reaching poem. 🙂
April 2, 2019 at 12:35 am
Hard heart towards her, he took and stood her off.
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April 2, 2019 at 2:07 am
I can really feel this one, K . So good to see you ~
April 2, 2019 at 3:16 am
Such regnant sadness here, so simply and devastatingly put. When a love passes, fades, wanes or fails–who knows toward what transformation–what baby bird does not feel kicked from the nest? Great to read you here.
April 2, 2019 at 4:35 am
Your style, with the slant rhymes and slight repetition, really works in describing this. I recognize this. Also hello!
April 2, 2019 at 10:09 am
Oh my aching heart … this is so evocative!
April 2, 2019 at 10:32 am
Karin, so wonderful to read your poetry. I love how you do not unfold all to the reader but present an abstract rendition of your theme. I feel the cold cement, caught halfway between the blue and the grey.