Silver WInd Posted October 5, 2007 Report Share Posted October 5, 2007 My Sparrow Sing softly my sparrow and lure me to sleep bathed in moonlight come my sparrow and wake the sun morning dew clings to my body softly the grass dancing in the wind sing to me my sparrow from high in the trees your melody plays against my ear gentle you whisper and I swoon to and fro cradled by the earth my sweet sweet sparrow we are woven together however you sing no one shall hear your voice like me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted October 13, 2007 Report Share Posted October 13, 2007 Nice poem, Silver Wind. :-) I really like how you end it by drawing off of the narrator's personal perspective, as it seems to close the poem with a more intimate feel that works nicely in my opinion. I also like some of the imagery here, with the sensual image of the morning dew clinging to the body standing out in particular... Out of curiousity, is the moonlight bathing intentionally a reoccurring motif throughout your poetry, or is it simply an image that happens to be in your head when you're writing poems? Wyvern nods to himself and adds "sweet sweet sparrow suite" to his list of potential Almost Dragonic Hollow-Ween Costumes, then begins brainstorming grass fields to target on his way out of the Banquet Hall... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silver WInd Posted October 13, 2007 Author Report Share Posted October 13, 2007 Thank you, well I have always held the moon sacred, and felt close to the moon and fascinated by it, and I feel I have a close relationship with the Goddess of the Moon, so it is just an imporant part of my life, so it often shows up in my poetry, though it is not nessiarly something I do intentionaly but thoughts of the moon does often just drift into my mind while I write. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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