Monday, September 27, 2010
The nightingale
The nightingale is flying with me...
She is souring high
Flying in circles
A little above
Sometimes settling on my shoulders...
As I hear a chinese flutist plays...
Somewhere near...
Somewhere close...
Yet I don't spread my wings.
Don't allow the wind
Carry me afloat.
I don't want
To fly
To be caged again.
I want to walk
A little more.
Just a little more...
To breathe in...
To live a life time
In moments that I have...
( A friend made me listen to the song and the poem was an immediate outflow of my feelings...It was not easy enough for me to express my feelings for lot got lost through pening down all that transpired within my heart.)
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It gave me the same feeling I had while writing this : http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterday-night-3/
The music is soothing....so are ur words...but the music scores over the poetry this time
love the flow.
passion and music are twins, Glad to see you share.
very interesting thought on flying and being caged. nice one :)
This is so exquisite. I love nightingale's (any bird). There is such a spiritual quality to this, and the music is wonderful.
Just need to add, if I were still doing poem of the week this would be on my short list.
Oh this is stunning the song and the poem. I love the yearning for freedom
Fantastic write! I can totally understand your leeriness in penning thoughts down, I am sort of the same way, however, it's in what I write that I get to flush out what's in my mind that I never really intend for others to hear...
how I missed this one..its so lovely ..love the music and your words sherya!
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