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Last Updated: 11/17/2009

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Thursday, November 05, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Nightly she sings
This bird of fire
Deep within the park,
Her warbled song
Of fierce desire
A spark within the dark;
A song of urgent majesty
The lilt of coming tragedy;
Nightly she sings
Her heart exposed
As if her breast
Had burst enclosed;
Her song a clarion in the night
That breaks upon the coming light;
So mad and wicked in her passion,
Her honesty, odd, and out of fashion;
It pierces hearts grown hard with age,
The barred look upward in their cage;
This howling music of the senses
Indifferent to its consequences,
Stirs the weary mind to wake
Condemning sleep, to still, partake.
2:52 PM
 
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Lainey

 
Wow, that is so soft and beautiful.
You always pick the most perfect metaphors, to make a beautiful image~ come alive.
This is really lovely.
xox
Elaine
 
Posted by Lainey on Thursday, November 05, 2009 - 4:48 PM
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~ J ~

 
Truly such a wonderful read

 
Posted by ~ J ~ on Saturday, November 07, 2009 - 12:21 AM
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David

 
Thank you J
 
Posted by David on Saturday, November 07, 2009 - 1:10 AM
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