Poetry Blogs (2019, nightingale)
Jason Bayliss on Shoeshine - Recalling the Lessons of My Father - In Memoriam (3 seconds ago)
Eiren Water on Shoeshine - Recalling the Lessons of My Father - In Memoriam (3 minutes ago)
Jeannot on Shoeshine - Recalling the Lessons of My Father - In Memoriam (13 minutes ago)
Where once her warm and sanguine heart
fell ashen grey to rest in cold base dirt
high over the familiar bush and shrub
proud crimson blooms pine for love
Where their sacred beauty sings to my heart
they call forth the lovely nightingale
high in their cloudless summer sky
to sweetly sing their longing song
There, I too confess a secret yearning
silent hidden d...
Friday 17th May 2019 1:39 pm
Bird beneath the midnight sky
As on my lonely couch I lie,
I hear thee singing in the dark,
Why sing not I?
No star-gleams meet thy wakeful eye;
No fond mate answers to thy cry;
No other voice, through all the dark,
Makes sweet reply.
Yet never sky-lark soaring high
Where sun-lit clouds rejoicing lie,
Sang as thou singest in the dark,
Not mute as I!
O lone, sweet spirit! tell me why
Monday 19th March 2018 2:57 pm