Still the Nightingale Sings

Still the Nightingale Sings

A Poem by Michael
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Something that came to me one morning after reading about the inhumanity all around us.

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Noisily, I clamor about to start my day
still, the nightingale sings
No care given to my clumsy, human ways
he sings of hope by my window’s ledge
a companion for breakfast and the morning’s news
Sing nightingale, sing


The newspaper brings destruction to my door
still, the nightingale sings
Pain in the discourse dripping from the ink
leaving me no happy thought
Do I dare hear your feathered song?
Sing nightingale, sing


Words of man's vulgar existence rake my soul
still, the nightingale sings
The weight of loss sinks deep into my breast
each heartbeat burns me anew
Can your lullaby quiet my soul?
Sing nightingale, sing


The damage of once turned pages upon me
still, the nightingale sings
The paper's now something for the fire
give to me your sweet refrain
Will you heal my heart again tomorrow?
Sing! Nightingale, sing!

© 2008 Michael


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"The newspaper brings destruction to my door
still, the nightingale sings
Pain in the discourse dripping from the ink
leaving me no happy thought
Do I dare hear your feathered song?
Sing nightingale, sing"


mmmm nice write Carr! I agree with Debileah, it is hard to ignore what goes on in the world around us. Thanks for sharing this with me. I can relate!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Oh yes, this is one of the reasons I live in a bubble sometimes - refusing to read through that paper that eventually gets thrown in the fire. Thank you, there is always hope and turmoil even in Mother Nature herself.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent poem! The timing and depth of the message are wonderful! You're quite a poet. Thank you for sharing this one.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"The newspaper brings destruction to my door
still, the nightingale sings
Pain in the discourse dripping from the ink
leaving me no happy thought
Do I dare hear your feathered song?
Sing nightingale, sing"


mmmm nice write Carr! I agree with Debileah, it is hard to ignore what goes on in the world around us. Thanks for sharing this with me. I can relate!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

When we read the news it's hard to look the other way. I find it hard to ignor what goes on in the world and yet I stopped watching tv about ten years ago my way of throwing the newspaper into the fire. A very well written poem. I like the title "Sing Nightngale Sing" Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Michael
Michael

Beaufort, SC



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