Dejan Stojanovic

(March 11,1959 / Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia))

A Man with a Guitar


Men talk on the public square,
Pigeons eat on the sidewalk and fly,
Women flirt and feed the pigeons.

Men, envious of pigeons,
Desire more attention from the women
But women only notice birds who know how to sing.

There comes a nightingale that starts singing
And attention moves from pigeons to nightingales;
There comes a man with a guitar, and he starts playing

And singing like a nightingale.
A woman allured by these new sounds
Forgets the pigeons and nightingales;

She shyly starts to sing
And turns to a man with a guitar.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, February 23, 2010

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  • John Oconnell (2/11/2010 8:33:00 AM)

    its something if you forget about a nightingale!
    a fine poem - 10,
    regards,
    john o'connell (Report) Reply

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