Duet.
When words mean
no more, as sentences stand to the side
in haunting silence,
allowing young moon, head in low mist
of kissing cloudlets,
to re-bound one nightingale's drenching
of air streams
with bird sound I stand in awe hearing
magic dreamily waiting for more..
I shall remember
this silver-sheened lake-side songster,
trills echoing
before disappearance in tallest spears
leaving dumb
wonder with which I now dare to write
versing the sequence
of key-dripping outburst in meaningful
phrases, describing
the piercing harmony of winged pride
voicing heart beneath
diamond star-brooches bent on joining
the listening scene
which appeals to my pen and as water
aids bird in rippling
duet broken is night's hold on silence
and begins by torchlight
this my humble attempt at poetic ode.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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THANKS FAY : Angela here : Love the picture and I love Birdsong ! Cornwall is a Magic Place and I am pleased that your observations of the sights & sounds of Nature so move your Muse to produce delightful Poetry. Brian & Mike try to educate me about Poetic Form : BUT you simply present your own style of fluid verse : which I love but could never emulate. It is a perfection of verbal cadence ! Thanks You for being You and freely sharing your poetic Elegance with us 24/7 !
Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
This is not at all 'odious' (ode-ious) but a fine ode Fay!
Simply a joy to read as ever Fay
This details I can almost hear and feel I wish I read this at night on my stairs. Beautiful write Fay keep it up
-Theta
What a wonderful poem Fay, I could hear that nightingale through your words.
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