my songbird of the wood green wild
placed lyrics on the wind
calls her love from the forest green
come venture ever in
she sings to chords of the willow tree
paints flowers with the sun
floating seeds of hope in a silver stream
from cobweb finely spun
gathering tears of the sycamore
to quench her silver tongue
the elders sway in harmony
to the beauty in her song
my songbird of the wood green wild
now ready to begin
calls her love from the forest green
tis the season of within
the tinkling echos of the hours pass
come creatures from afar
midnite falls as a curtain drawn
o'er the light of a blazing star
the velvet spell of her pefumed hand
is taken by the breeze
oiled in love she kissed its name
then lost amidst the trees
my songbird of the woodgreen wild
now wed unto the night
calls her love from the forest green
surrendered to her plight
my songbird of the woodgreen wild
sings sweetly by the day
as she calls her love from the forest green
where silently i lay
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Thought i would try some poetic fantasy. This is a song i wrote last nite and this morning. Wonder what you think of this style?
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This is beautiful dusk. I can almost hear music playing with it. An excellent write. ; )
Ah yes the music is of course the sound of my lovely songbird of the wood green wild. Thank you for reading and your kind comments.
You're very welcome. ; )
"my songbird of the woodgreen wild
sings sweetly by the day
as she calls her love from the forest green
where silently i lay "
So peaceful. Got caught in your poem cant not extricate myself.
I can tell you that i wanted to go there myself as i wrote it. It's a wonderfully child like feeling that creating a world of fantasy like this produces. Thanks for reading and your kind comments.
This is one of the most beautiful poem I ever read. So soft, serene. It is quenching my thrirsty of poesy and fantasy. Delightfully beautiful.
Wow! i'm really pleased that you've enjoyed this. I never wrote anything like it before and it was such fun to do. Thank you Malu.
This is a beautiful poem dusk, thank you.
And thank you sir for your kind comment.
An entrancing stunner, my goodness. Going into my faves for sure.
Thank you Heather, high praise indeed from you.
Took me somewhere magical for just a short while. Thank you 🙂
Thanks for commenting.
Wow, i want to dive right into the page. Sumptuous poetry and the imagery it conjures is a masterpiece in its own right. I can see me reading this before bed to my children. Thank you.
Also, do you paint the pictures that go with your poems?
Oh gosh no, im a poet, songwriter and musician.... the paintings are for your mind's eye to create please. If you were to read this to your children i would be pleased indeed, though i imagine you may be plagued with questions about it. Now there's food for thought. Those child questions could inspire you to write fantasy poems yourself you know. What do you think?
It is something I would absolutely like to work on. I would love to write fantasy stories and poetry and especially things that are inspired and enjoyed by my children.
I will let you know the response. This may prompt a drawing session too! Thank you!
i have childrens 'nonsense' poetry i also write which is so much fun.... theres a book in the offing when i devote more time to it as well.
Oh brilliant, I'd love to hear some.
I think I could write things just from what they say, it's so abstract I love it.
Just an example today, this is my 2 year old explaining rain/a storm.
"Black sprinkles go pop in the clouds. Rains. Wet. Rains. Wet" Genius!
Oh brilliant, I'd love to hear some.
I think I could write things just from what they say, it's so abstract I love it.
Just an example today, this is my 2 year old explaining rain/a storm.
"Black sprinkles go pop in the clouds. Rains. Wet. Rains. Wet" Genius!
Oh brilliant, I'd love to hear some.
I think I could write things just from what they say, it's so abstract I love it.
Just an example today, this is my 2 year old explaining rain/a storm.
"Black sprinkles go pop in the clouds. Rains. Wet. Rains. Wet" Genius!
You paint a wonderful picture in this one, I can see the world you have created in 4K 😀 Keep up this wonderful art I enjoy it very much
Thanks again arazimus, i will do more like this but they do take a bit of time to construct.
Now then DA having finally accepted the dare ya set me yesterday, I feel compelled to report back to you my findings, feelings and opinion on this poetic little gem... Firstly, I congratulate you sir.. I am really impressed with how this sounds in my head when I read it through, which I have done now several times... the flow is great and, the language spot on and the words look pretty on the page where they fit comfortably and belong... Am glad you drew my attention to this work of yours.... Neville
The tears of the Sycamore, quench the lovers thirst.
You call it fantasy, I call this well versed.
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