Thursday, September 4, 2014

Whipped--By Nikko Palmario--Philippines


Watching the trees
get whipped by wind and rain,
      I thought of the birds

of falling nests
broken wings,

why are there none
at my window today?

Yesterday they were here,
when the liquid curtains fell

Let them seek shelter here.

I hear them distantly,
and pray they are well,
braving gust and water,
far, far stronger
than me.

Nikko Palmario is someone who enjoys dabbling with words and chocolate.


  1. Nikko, because of how the world is today, it is good to be concerned about all of life as God has given the responsibility. It is our moral obligation to "set things right". But, for one moment, (BTW, I have just done so) one must sit for a moment and indulge in the bite of chocolate to keep one's sanity! Hope you do so! Your poem is lovely and touching. Sheri /

  2. I really enjoyed your thoughtful and well written poem. I can see you are a nature lover, caring so much about the well being of the little birds. I quite liked your description of rain, "liquid curtain". Your lovely poem and talent was appreciated.

  3. Hi Nikko. "Whipped" is a very good poem. I'm enjoying all of your work here. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  4. Dear Nikko,

    I love the way you describe the storm that forces birds to relocate. If you can still hear them in the distance, you need but take a walk to find them again.

    I can relate to this poem as I remember this happening during many storms when I lived in Tallahassee. (Some birds even built nests in my hanging flower baskets.)

    Wishing you love and blessings always, dear.


  5. Dear Nikko,

    I guess you wrote this after you had experienced last thypoon! I am missing the birds in the weeping willow next to my window which was felled last year! Lovely poem!



  6. Thank you, Jack Horne, for the following--

    Nikko - very touching and tender write, full of compassion

  7. Dear Nikko,

    I always enjoy your thoughtful writes like this one here full empathy God's creatures as Mother Nature release her wrath upon the earth. Very well written and I hope your feathered friends have returned. I hope you are continuing to do well, my friend.

    Love Sandra