Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, October 31, 2014

Sonnet For a Nightingale

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


Buddah Moskowitz said...

This kills me. The pleading of the final couplet ... well I've been there. Great poem.

Susie Clevenger said...

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.

Kerry O'Connor said...

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.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

Grace said...

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 ~

Margaret said...

Oh, so well done. This isn't your usual, but it reads as if it could be.