Song In The Night

A little poem about an observation and general thoughts.





Song In The Night  -  06 Nov 16

Nightingale takes the melody

Shared with the blackbird

Chorus in the night

Singing in the secret darkness

Of a special world

The song fills everything

I remember listening to blackbirds singing at night when I lived in London.

Listening [Acrostic]

An acrostic for your perusal today.





Listening [Acrostic]  -  13 Oct 16

Let us go

Into the void to listen

Songs tell of the ancient times

Through words from the beginning

Empty now the songs await

Needing only music

Inspiration of the sweetest kind

Nightingales talk about the

Golden era

Listen to the songs around you.

Night To Night

The first stanza was born in the early hours of 24 Apr 11 when I noticed a last-quarter Moon hanging over the eastern skyline, it fell neatly in Haikū format. Another day passed before the second and third stanzas asked to be birthed, the second in Tanka and the third back in Haikū form.





Night To Night - 24/25 Apr 11

Half Moon ~ Eastern sky
Wind rattling willow leaves
Owls serenading

Dawn ~ Sun rushing on
Racing wind ~ chasing a cloud
Shadows hide the dark
Night waits in caves, crevices
Waiting for time to emerge

Sunset, sets night free
To roam the land ~ sing with owls
Nightingales surprised





I find it fascinating the way poems are birthed and...sometimes, insist on being birthed.