Salmon River, Oregon
Somedays we may need to return to the nest lined with words of hope, blanketed by belief in our ability to fly again. Somedays we may need to hold ourselves leaning into curved sides of this small structure built by someone who loved us. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Poet's Pub - Quadrille #113: Blanket Us
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I love the comfort in knowing that such a place exist.
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Me too and the comfort that we can make a nest for ourselves if need be.
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There is comfort in knowing that such a place is open to us.
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I am glad to hear that this opened up a space of comfort for you. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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So necessary for us to have that safe place to fall and always come back to. A very nice read!
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Sometimes we need a nesting place to rest in. Glad you liked this.
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Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous! 💝
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Thank you so much for this comment.
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Your words ring with wisdom, Ali. Yes, we do.
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Thank you so much for this positive response. It is much appreciated.
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You’re very welcome.
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That photo is gorgeous! And the poem is comforting and so very true.
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Ann, thank you for letting me know that my words brought lift to your day. Oregon rivers, like this one, always provide me with a sense of renewal. I hope you get the chance to enjoy some time outside today. Take care
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing. Take good care
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This is lovely – a poetic reminder to give yourself a hug!
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Snuggled in a nest of your own making. Thanks for visiting.
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Beautiful reminder to nurture 🌈🙏🏻
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Thank you Karen. Self nurturing matters.
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Wow Ali! Your poetry never fails to put a smile on my face. Just beautiful and heartfelt.
I cannot fathom where you get this from, but somewhere along the lines I see so much love and respect for your poetry. Thank you so much for making the day so much better.
Literally wow.
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Thank you so much for letting me know that my words have mattered to you today.
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My absolute pleasure friend. Thank you for letting those wonderful words come to us!
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lined with words of hope,
blanketed by belief
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Thank you for your reflection back. I love hearing this from you.
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Someday. Meanwhile it’s a beautiful image and poem to hold us over.
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Thanks for reading, Brad. I hope you can find some ways to self-comfort to keep you going.
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Thanks Ali. Nature is my wellspring.
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Love this
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I appreciate your appreciation.
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Your words create a very comforting visual, beautifully!
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The world feels a bit tilted to me and nesting seems like necessary self care. I am glad that you found comfort in this poem. That makes me smile.
Be well my friend.
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I like the idea of nesting as self care 🙂
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Me too. I could write another poem just about that. Thanks for keep the thoughts flowing. Take care my friend.
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Oh yes, some days we need that. I’ve been finding that feeling in my daily walks.
I like:
“blanketed by belief
in our ability to fly again.”
We have to have that hope.
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Merril,
I am glad to hear that my words brought a sense of hope to your day. I appreciate your prompt and hosting for the dVerse community to gather.
Have a great day.
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Beautiful, Ali. I appreciated your comment above; evoking ancestors. It adding even more to the depth of this lovely poem.
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Carrie,
Thanks for reading dear friend. Sometimes the conversations that come in the comments add so much to what was held in the poem. It is one thing I truly cherish about readers reflecting back their experience of the poem. It is a gift to the writer and others who read along.
I am so looking forward to writing with you next week when our new writing circle begins.
Take good care of your heart.
Ali
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That’s so clever. I really liked ‘leaning into curved sides’ – the image of the nest – which we non-avians see mostly from the outside.
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Thanks Peter. I imagine a nest built by those who raised me, those who have touched my life and the many ancestors that came before me. I can lean into the curve they left behind.
I appreciate your thoughts. Thanks for sharing.
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bottom of the cage
printed page
poop to scoop
and escape
the mundane of to day
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There is a process of allowing what is and clearing it away for the next. Nesting can be a place of rest to gather up strength for the next.
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unless jr cross examines you.
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Lovely imagery. We all have our places of refuge.
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I hope you found refuge in this poem. Take good care.
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I did. All the best to you.
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