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The Night Singer

The legendary singer of the night
whose songs console the lover in his woes
appeared in verse enmeshed in beauty's plight;
he sang his adoration of the rose.
Her loveliness was perfect, it was cruel,
his passion was not limited by pain;
a metaphor in poetry, a tool
to show that even spurned, a lover gains.
The singer is in fact but seldom seen,
with plumage overall the plainest brown.
He perches deep within the bushes' screen
to flute and trill his notes to wide renown.
When night has cast its shadows on the mind,
he brings in song the joy true lovers find.


Author notes

Happy Birthday Cheryl! Many happy returns.

Photo: http://www.paxton-pits.org.uk/nightingale.htm

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  • pattyann4500
    May 13, 2008

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    Beautifully written, Margaret. As usual, your poetic verse has charmed even the nightingale. Hugs, Patricia


    • MargaretG
      May 19, 2008
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      Thank you for applause, Patricia, I am pleased with this one too.


  • Sprite silver member
    May 13, 2008

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    I must say that you are truly talented! What I wonderful description of the nightingale. This has feeling and deeper meaning, lovely flow and rhyme. Yes, the bad times in love are also teaching tools and enrich us.

    Thanks for penning this gem. ~ Joyce


    • MargaretG
      May 18, 2008
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      Thank you Joyce, I'm happy you found depth and wider applications.


  • MagicLady silver member
    May 6, 2008

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    What a lovely sonnet you have penned. The "User info hidden for fair contest judgement" can not hide your beautiful sonnets, my friend. Your voice is very unique.
    The nighting gale looks a lot like a robin, but is brown all over. I have never seen one. They hid in dense covering. Their song is beautiful, and many poems have been written about them.

    Thank you for the wonderful poem.

    Cheryl


    • MargaretG
      May 6, 2008
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      Thank you very much for HM, Cheryl, this was a wonderful way to celebrate your birthday.


  • myrataal silver member
    May 6, 2008

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    What a wondrous, wondrous poem ...

    Ah, Margaret ... to see through your eyes, to dream with your sight ... How lovely and gentle you poemed this master piece. I loved this. It is timeless, and ancient and ever young ...

    I am sure your mother read you poetry when you were a babe!



    Congratulations to Cheryl, too ... From me.

    Love
    Myra

    • MargaretG
      May 6, 2008
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      Thank you Myra. Certainly I grew up with "pretty maids all in a row". I don't know how my mother learned English nursery rhymes, maybe at school when she learned English!


  • maa gold member
    May 3, 2008

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    oh, a birthday-sonnet to another wonderful may-birdie ... how sweet ...
    your song of friendship is like nectar to my soul ...
    I am sure that cheryl will cherish (nice alliteration, isn't it ? ) this wonderful verse in her honor ...

    much love, blessed one,
    maa

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