It was in dusky time
It entered me uncalled
I could feel it land-
A spark inside my heart
I carried it through the night,
Slept embracing its arc
Watching it I dreamt
Saw it grow size large
And as the morn arrived,
I saw its two wings flap
I saw it start to sing
Saw it fly off my heart
And outside as I watched,
Upon an olive branch,
I could see it park,
I could hear its harp
Good morning, thanks a lot,
You may poem skylark!
23 04 2009
Lovely :) Encapsulating the moment of the night coming cross the morning without having encountered sleep. Thanks!
...interesting...was it ur hope or the solution to a problem that was inspired by the skylark...? nice blend of hope and joy...
what a relief at last when you relieved that skylark to fly....................
Its really amazing to feel that urge to write A theme that sets in the mind The writer enjoys each bit of its warmth Gives its natural shape and frame Finally the creation lands up A new morn, a new poetry Fentastic description On how you get inspired by a thought Hold it to your heart Then bring it on to paper. Thank you for sharing.
I love your poems! ! Are like japanese food they dont strike..but its delicate taste you will always get to enjoy at the end..Thank you for writing such lovely poems.
Nicely done, and I love the idea how it grew inside of you till it became real.
How beautifully you have written this, a weaving of nature and inspiration Great flow of words with vivid imagery -. I will read more...Cindy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm good i liked it