Sighs Of A Songbird

For my muse. Again.

Sighs of ye songbird

Carry me wayward,

Yours are the sweetest,

I’ve ever heard.

Mind a-malady

At break of day,

Your kiss is the cure-all,

Light little lady.

Softly your simper

In dark it simmers,

Neck nuzzling you,

For your lips to whisper.

Sighs of ye songbird

Carry me wayward,

Yours are the sweetest,

I’ve ever heard.

Reviews

[James Michael Madison P..]

You favour the birds, I've noticed. In your work I mean. Your muse is aetherial is she?

[Rhys Kihill]

This is beautiful. I hope whoever this poem is for, appreciates it, and you.

[Author Rucha Joshi]

Don't know why gives me the feels of a sonnet!
exquisite!

[Botania]

In a word? Charming. I feel sorry for the helpless victim of your honeyed words that would be your girlfriend. No escaping this compression of thought, it's sway, it's intensity, it's lyrical music in perfect form and rhyme. Wow. Keep up the great work. Just wow.

[Danielle Anatomyy]

I am actually impressed with this piece. You used the repetition nicely; and made it work without a rhyme scheme. That's something I don't see very often, it's one of my favorites.

[Sam]

Thank you, but in actuality, the repetition was merely used because I couldn't come up with another stanza, I'm sorry to say. Nonetheless, it works just as well. Perhaps even better.

[The Cracken]

I love this piece. The mystery behind these words alures me, and I find myself reading it over and over again.

[SurindrasFawn]

There is a hidden mystery in this. The sigh of the songbird, the song of the songbird which renders a distant desire for somewhere or someone. Then the yearning for the same ability to be carried away whether physically by wings or spiritually by song. This was an enjoyment to read.

[Botania]

Hi Mad.....nice write yes?