Well, that idea went over like a lead balloon. Perhaps I can attribute the lack of entries to bloggers on vacation. There were two brave souls who wrote their own bouts-rimés using these words in this order.
nest, rest, flight, sight, flower, hour, wing, sing
Terrell at Alone on a Limb shares A Song Unsung. It's a lovely and heartwrenching poem about upsetting a bird's nest.Here's my own prosaic offering. It definitely needs revision. Perhaps there's a kernel of an idea here I can use for some other poem.
Heather at 2o's going on spinster with cats offers up her poem crafted in the midst of a bout of procrastination.
MotherReader offers up her meditation for Poetry Friday.
Fledglings huddle in their nestStill want to play? Read the rules here. Then leave me a comment about your poem and I'll include it on the list.
Enjoy the morning’s dewy rest
While mom takes flight
Not far from sight
She flits and floats among the flowers
Returning to feed her brood each hour
Tiny and fragile on the wing
Just listen as they beat and sing