nightingale.

March 8, 2013

Listen, the lullaby of alliteration,
well-poised formation of pentameters,
how consonants thrum as rhythmic breathing,
her vowels, languid purrs.
Listen to how the lilting tithes,
into hypnotic, soporific peeping,
as she wishes not to wake the world,
but to sing herself to sleeping.

For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, so poets live upon the living light. – Philip James Bailey

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4 Responses to “nightingale.”

  1. dave said

    brow mopping necessary?
    Or has the storm passed,
    I DO hope you are OK even though I have no means to directly assist, or explanation why I worry other than the energy of your words and the person they portray.

  2. abichica said

    wow! this is so lovely.. i love it. 🙂

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