Charmed Chaos
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The Feather’s Gift
She gathers feathers and broken blue eggs,
discarded treasures from the birds
A shadow box of wispy memories
are proof that life endures.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I have been ill and missed the Tuesday Poetics- Art as Inspiration but I loved the art and managed to write one today to share on Open Link Night. Still under the wether, going to doctor this afternoon. Will try to catch up on reading over the weekend, if I am on the mend.
dVerse Poets Pub: OLN #250
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Life does endure! Hope you feel better soon!
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Thank you.
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The proof is clear 🙂 obvious evidence in those feathers.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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Gorgeously written! ❤️ Feel better soon! Sending love and healing hugs 🙂
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Thank you Sanaa. Doc said I have an infection. 😳
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I like the poem and the “shadow box” (what an apt thing here). Linda, take it easy ok?
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Thank you Lisa- I will. Two meds and a shot. 😳
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I like the description of feathers and blue eggs as discarded treasures.
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Thank you kindly Frank.
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A lovely and encouraging observation – especially when one is sick. Hope you’re feeling better soon.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful message. Life does endure.
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Thank you.
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Just getting over an infection from an extracted tooth myself; hugs and white light to you. Your feather poem tribute is wonderful.
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Thank you Glenn.
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Nicely measured and defined piece Linda – reading it made me feel good! Myself I’m a bit conflicted about whether the last line should begin with ‘are’ or ‘and’ Something you may have already reconciled, of course…
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Good thought. Thank you Scott. Will change it. Foggy brain- lol.
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Lovely poem. Wishing you a speedy recovery.
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Thank you.
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They are treasures indeed Linda. Hope you are feeling better.
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Thank you Grace.
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Life does endure on feather light wings.
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Yes, thank you.
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Yes, life goes on Linda,
I hope you’re enduring your sickness ..xx
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Enduring is good word for it. Thank you Ivor.
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Love this poem, but most of all that last line.
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Thank you Paul.
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Very welcome Linda 🙂
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Excellent Linda… 🙂
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Thank you Rob.
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Such a delightful post!! So sorry to hear you have been ill??? Hope you are on the mend??? Sending you healing wishes, My Dear!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you Chuck. Still down.
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The “wispy memories” connected with the endurance of life leaves me with a peculiar feeling between loss and hope.
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck.
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Finding a feather is a wonderful gift. (K)
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Thank you so much.
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Lovely, poignant.
Hope you feel better soon!
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Better today Merril. Making my way out of the woods.
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Great news!
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Yes, such a relief.
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