In Absentia

[TheDeceased]

He sat, waiting for her.
Methodically, he had gone about building their nest.
Time had enabled him to find the finest twigs.
While the others had been busy living ordinary lives,
He had been preparing for something extraordinary.
And now, it was ready.
He was ready.
So, he waited.
Meanwhile, he watched the others
Tiny wings extended skyward.


Generation after generation,
Year after year,
He waited.
His neighbours were good to pass the time,
Like distant relatives or bad television;
Distracting but lacking in substance.
Through wicker windows, he watched
As others came and went,
As leaves fell,
And hope was all but dead.
Broken wings, he waited.


Crumpled
Lump of twig and leaf
Once a nest,
Now a graveyard.
Buried below
A beady eye watches,
Peering through the cracks.
Feathers rancid,
Heart beating its last,
He waits.

 

[katmeow]

Nice use of metaphor. This was a haunting piece to read.

 

[RareForm]

the second part stands out to me. most notably through wicker windows he watched..

thanks for sharing.

 

[leiphos]

really nice poem, I like a lot of the line-breaks.

"Like distant relatives or bad television;
Distracting but lacking in substance."
^I love that metaphor, except I think you could do without that second line. your metaphor is crisp and clear enough to stand alone, very powerful

 

[copelandia.]

beautiful.