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Jul 24, 2025
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Lonesome Nests
You can hear the quiet across the water
when the Cliff Swallows leave their homes,
carefully built under sturdy wooden eaves of buildings
brushed by the mute witness of a saline breeze.
Their passerine young now away,
anxious, and off to chase tomorrow.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Candlewitch
2 months 1 week ago
hello Michael,
Your thoughts turned into words paint a lovely landscape! :)
fondly, Cat
Michael Anthony
2 months 1 week ago
Thanks Cat! Hopefully I don…
Thanks Cat! Hopefully I don't run out of paint!