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the nightingale
the days leave us
behind like old
friends dying
until we are
thick with
sadness
and
pallid
with
life
let everything
descend
and fall
away
the body of evening draped
across the stooped
shoulders of
resignation
the
nightingale
calls
now...
and we
must
answer
and drink
sleep
from the
earth
Published 20th Sep 2019
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20th Sep 2019 10:01pm
20th Sep 2019 10:26pm
20th Sep 2019 11:01pm
You pull more off than you believe, Kitts.
This reminded me of the part in Romeo & Juliet, where they were debating between the lark and nightingale. . .one welcome, the other a dire warning.
Your offerings are always deeply reflective of the human condition.
This reminded me of the part in Romeo & Juliet, where they were debating between the lark and nightingale. . .one welcome, the other a dire warning.
Your offerings are always deeply reflective of the human condition.
21st Sep 2019 1:06am
Thank you Ahvanti. Your praise is much appreciated as are you.
luv's
buddhakitty.
luv's
buddhakitty.
22nd Sep 2019 3:58am
Dear BK,
“the body of evening draped
across the stooped
shoulders of
resignation ”
Aahhhhhh. Beautiful. I also love how you shaped the work. Everything just brought down to the final thought. Lovely!! H🌷
“the body of evening draped
across the stooped
shoulders of
resignation ”
Aahhhhhh. Beautiful. I also love how you shaped the work. Everything just brought down to the final thought. Lovely!! H🌷
22nd Sep 2019 4:12am
24th Sep 2019 1:02pm
I love how you reflect represent life as is..the existentialistic realism , yet with the subtle hints of the basal presence of sedimentary essentialism we carry within...the clever stanza-ed open-ended-ism taht calls for so many reflections, questions, interpretations...and if read through & fortunate enough, the answers or the shining beyondness as well. Just me BK, your pithy power scribes astounds me ever...write on, thanks:)
