Pilcrow

I think "stately" and "sing" could be the wrong way around. I like "in" as opposed to "on a gloomy winter's day"; it evokes the feeling of waking up inside winter, as if it's a room or cocoon, which is more effective. Thanks for the read.

thank you Jack :) your comments are always welcome!

thank you Amanecio for stopping by :)

i agree about 'in' being a more effective choice. never a disappointment here. :]

Aglitch thank you :D

opheliac!

One thing which leaves me speechless are the n-number of dimensions , characters , settings..all floating freely to be interpreted in such small compactness of ur verses!

never do I return from ur pages unamazed & its here, the content!! that's the key-word for me weighing tonnes generating from the catalyst man to inspire even the cold nature n sliding tones of birdie. Your words indeed does the same magic to me each tym Ophie, in such small space!
keep up ur unique art dear.
thank you much:)

My Oh my! Uma i don't think i deserve this... Not because im too modest but because don't feel worthy of such praise. Nevertheless im so grateful for your ever so kind words and encouragement :)
Stay Safe and Thank YOU!!!

You keep it so short and sweet, always leaving room for insight and the reader's imagination. Beautiful work.

LA! Your words are such an encouragement:)
Thank you

Sorry, opheliac, but I don't grasp, understand this poem.  Ar first I thought the man was dreaming:  but then how could he be "whistling?"  I can understand how any of us can facilitate a bird to chirp, but "cause, especially a bird outside where I presume this poem is occuring.  Well. . .I'm not sure where the poem is taking place.  I love the last two lines but they seem disconnected from the first two..  To me you have something in this poem but you are not expressing it so, at least this reader, gets it.


marcella1

No the man is not dreaming at all. The man wakes up content - despite his gloomy nature- so he whistles. Due to his delightful whistling, the bird's chirping can't be compared with him. The paradox occurs when he wakes up content on a gloomy winter's day. I hope this makes things easier for you to understand:) Feel free to ask further questions nevertheless.

These verses are beautiful.

I read your words as if they were Haiku. Precious Haiku.

Merry Christmas, sweetie.
Lucaxxx

They started as a Haiku to be honest but ended up as nothing like Haiku!
Merry Christmas to you too Luca :)

I am inclined to think you might be standing back a little too aloof on this one Hun. Whistling right out of the gate seems misplaced, like it would fit better at the end maybe ?

let me think on this some more :)

i appreciate you reading and taking the time to comment. I'd love to hear what you have to say for this poem. Feedback is greatly appreciated!