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I thought I heard the nightingale again
But it was only wind under the eave
I doubt that this cruel night will ever end
Should morning come, will it bring a reprieve?
You didn't leave a message, didn't phone
Your absence rings so loudly I can't hear
The night's the hardest time to be alone
But if I must, be kind and make that clear
If blinded to reality, deceit
may force a nightingale to sing all day
But hear the bitterness within the sweet
Its sorrow the false notes do not allay
You keep me in the dark with silent lies
I sing for you through tears and blinded eyes.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Bits of Inspiration, Nightingale
6 comments:
This kills me. The pleading of the final couplet ... well I've been there. Great poem.
Oh, this is so painful. I agree the pleading in the final couplet breaks my heart. A sad, but beautiful song of the nightingale. Thanks for taking part in the challenge.
Oh! I do love a sonnet. You have carried your theme through quatrain by quatrain - the third is especially affecting - and what a grand final couplet.
Beautifully and poignantly done, Lolamouse - "hear the bitterness within the sweet".....and "the night's the hardest time to be alone" - so true. You executed your sonnet to perfection and its closing couplet is stunning. Wowzers! Great work.
What a beautiful sonnet ~ I admire this part:
But hear the bitterness within the sweet
Its sorrow the false notes do not allay
Good one LM ~
Oh, so well done. This isn't your usual, but it reads as if it could be.
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