David McLansky

Freshman - 854 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Nightly She Sings - Poem by David McLansky

Nightly she sings
This bird of fire
Deep within the park,
Her warbled song
Of fierce desire
A spark within the dark;
A song of urgent majesty
That lilt of coming tragedy;
Nightly she sings
Her heart exposed
As if her breast
Had burst enclosed;
Her song a clarion in the night
That breaks upon the coming light;
So mad and wicked in her passion
Her honesty, odd, out of fashion;
It pierces hearts grown hard with age,
The sealed look upward in their cage;
This howling music of the senses
Indifferent to its consequences;
Stirs the weary mind to wake,
Condemning souls, to still, partake.

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Comments about Nightly She Sings by David McLansky

  • Gold Star - 8,107 Points Geetha Jayakumar (7/24/2013 6:40:00 AM)

    Condemning souls, to still, partake...Wonderful write and Very good flow. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,245 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (7/24/2013 6:10:00 AM)

    Her song a clarion in the night
    That breaks upon the coming light

    penned it so fine, David. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013


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