This is in response to Sadje’s Weekly Photo Prompts on #Whatdoyousee
We build nests
On moss laden branches
Like birds peck the wood
To carve in a hold
Anchoring on slippery grounds
We embroider emotions
On a barren, rugged canvas
And empty out our souls
To imbue meaning and memory
Until the day comes when
Dreams spread wings onto a
Vaster horizon of quests uncharted
The nest remains where it used to be
On mossy undergrowth and
Sloppy terrain like a clumsy
Thought once overwhelming
Now merely a fragile, futile urge
That’s so fantastic Geeta
That Anita’s bharatkam (Marathi for embroidery 🙂) is extremely well … childhood reminder
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Thank you very much Rajendraji. I am humbled by your appreciation.
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Such a good poem, Geeta!
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Thank you so much Chris.
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This is so good. I especially loved
We embroider emotions
On a barren, rugged canvas
And empty out our souls
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Thank you so much Esther. I cherish your words
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Love this poem.
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Thank you so much 🙏
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great poem 😊
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Thank you very much Yvette
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This is such a profound poem Geeta. Deeply introspective. Thank you for joining in.
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Thank you dear Sadje
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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I love how you incorporated both images into the poem. Bravo!
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Thank you very much 🙏🙏
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Excellent take on both the prompts.
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