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An Indian Sparrow
by Anne EngelenThe song of a nightingale
turns pale
In comparison with the one
of this indian sparrow
Her music is bigger than life
touching souls like cupid's arrow
Playful like a foal
her frisky melody dallies the fields
of everyone's being
drenching the souls of all
She's an angel
A bird of paradise
A friend for life I realize 03/01/2002 Posted on 03/02/2002
Copyright © 2024 Anne Engelen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 04/02/03 at 05:41 PM Ur imagery is quiet vivid.Guess u must have been talking abt a particular friend.Anyways very creative stuff Anne. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/05/03 at 03:50 PM I love the concept of songs drenching souls. Great images that really soar and inspire. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/22/04 at 02:03 PM to be a sparrow is delightful enough with plentious wing and then comes dear Anne to add to those sweet delights, in this sonnet life and too the empathy for their plight, as it is not all worms and seed and fireflies but whate'er is in life's menu which also includes stones. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/15/09 at 11:56 PM I am amazed at the strength of the song of tiny birds of friends who announce their beingness and love for all of us to hear... and for the one who has a special need to fall into its melody. |
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