Birds and Milkweeds
I adore the earth
by pressing my ear
to your chest—
listening for wings,
remembering the days
we were birds—
the time butterflies
imagine us milkweed.
Birds and Milkweed
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birds, butterflies, chest listening, ecological elegy, ecological memory, emotional restraint, Jonathan Moya, love and death, lyric poem, memento mori, metamorphosis, milkweed, nature poem, Poem, poetic immortality, poetic ritual, poetic transformation, poetry, ritual intimacy, speculative elegy, speculative poetry, symbolic grammar
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5 responses to “Birds and Milkweed”
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Beautiful imagery
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I adore this. This feels so tender and haunting—like a memory you can still almost touch. Pressing an ear to a chest and “listening for wings” sounds like longing for a life and closeness that once felt so alive and near. “We were birds” catches that sense of childhood freedom, when you and this person could still fly together. And that final image—“the time butterflies imagine us milkweed”—is heartbreaking and beautiful. It’s as if your shared life has become the quiet ground where future wings are formed, even if one of you is no longer here in the same way. Your poem holds both grief and gentleness at once, like a hand resting where a heartbeat used to be, still listening for flight.
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Fantastic comment. Appreciate it very much.
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In Eternity Past when we were all there was, to the very real “now” when there are billions of us. We remember it close to the heart. It is a portal we can enter.
A wonderful piece. Thank you!
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