A wordless ballad

Tags

3AM song, 5PM song, Bird, Bird call, Birdsong, diurnal, dversepoets, Every night, Everyday, Flying Friend, Nocturnal, Open Link Night, Song of a bird, Tuneful

Image credits: Google images for the basic bird silhouette; Texturing, layering and artwork done by me

Every day and every night
I hear you
call out to your kin
Your song
– rising above the sounds of the city –
– shying behind the rustle of summer –
– travelling afloat Hudsonian waters –
You remind me
of an exuberant rainbow
now faded into a monochrome of grey
You remind me
of that beautiful verse
now buried beneath the heavy pages
of my favorite book
You remind me
of my unchained thoughts
that somehow lost their way
in dark alleys of ennui

I might be a stranger to you
– to me even –
but you are no stranger to me
I see myself in every feather of yours
I hear my dream in every flight of yours…

**Dedicated to that awesome bird (whom I’m yet to catch a glimpse of) who has been giving me company even in the wee hours of the night for the past one month (at the very least). He (or she) keeps singing the same song over and over again, in the same tempo… and NO, I’m not at all bored by it. I only wish I could see the throat that emits this tune, day in day out.
And I REALLY WISH it could read my post 🙂 **

**Also posting this for the 100th week of Open Link Night at dVersePoets pub… If you haven’t already gotten high here, it’s high time you did! 🙂 And join me in wishing these awesome folks a veeeery happy 100th!! Woohoo… **

Of nights and warriors

Tags

Hope, Musing, Night, Night guards, Night lights, Nocturnal, Poem, Shards of light in darkness, Thursday Poets Rally - Week 44, Wait, Wonder

This picture was clicked by from the top of the Empire State building

Like vivid stains of colored ink
On a dry sheet of black blotter
From far they look at me and blink
Awestruck, I look back and wonder
Will they last, or will they sink?

They hang around in the lanes dark
Like ghosts in a deserted town
They’re fireflies buzzing in a park
Giving specks of flickering hope
Shielding us fish from a vile shark

These messengers of midnight skies
Performing their daily rounds
Marked with zeal are their tries
As they aid a lone traveler walk
While to him, the world’s closed its eyes

They prowl about with utter pride
Their quiet footsteps laughing loud
A growing ferocity in each stride
They know they’re getting close
To the end of this enchanting ride

They cast holograms on waters deep
Dilating many a pupil as they glow
But this energy they’ll have to keep
And wait for the next dusk to fall
For it’s almost time for them to sleep

Slowly when the sun comes to sight
Spewing its gentle rays about
As another dawn puts darkness in plight
What becomes of these lurking creatures
These wandering illuminants of the night?

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Here’s my opportunity to show how thankful I am to all of you that thought me worthy of the wonderful Celebrate Poet award… Thanks ALL!!!

like leaves that rustle
in the orange glow of Fall
words shape into hearts

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Also, a huge THANKS for the Perfect Poet award!!! I would like to nominate Eclipse as the Perfect Poet for next week…