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William F Dougherty

Rookie - 16 Points (West Hartford, CT)

Chanticleer's Complaint


Why do these odes make such a dainty choice,
'Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird, '
of metaphors in measure? The human voice
favors—so to sing—feathers made-to-word
to lift such lilting melodies through time
in delicate woodnotes, fluent and flush,
chirping like warblers in full-throated rhyme:
skylarks, nightingales and darkling thrush.

Skylarks, my coxcomb! Why must songs ignore
my blazing bursts? Who crows the nights to day,
rousing the sun, from top the hen-house door?
If falsetto poets spend no ink to praise
how brilliantly chanticleer ignites the dawn,
I'll lift my neck one day and merely yawn.

Submitted: Sunday, April 08, 2012
Edited: Monday, May 14, 2012

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  • Rookie William F Dougherty (6/1/2012 2:28:00 PM)

    The reader misses the irony of Chanticleer's sonnet of complaint so completely he can't see or understand
    that Chanticleer (a rooster) is making the same point that Donald Duck is making about all the glory going to odes to sweet-sounding birds- Ode to a Skylark, Nightingale, etc. world-famous poems by the Romantics (Keats/Shelley) , which anyone aquainted with poetry (as Cummings deeply was) would recognize. But the rooster and the duck cannot sing a duet because one of them confuses free verse with non-verse.
    # next to of course god ameria i
    # pity this busy monster, manunkind
    are rhymed sonnets by Cummings, as any rooster or duck could figure out-but not the cawing crow. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 130 Points Sidi Mahtrow (4/8/2012 8:12:00 PM)

    And then you'll see,
    Sun rise is dependent on - Me!
    As hours of dark continues to rule
    You and yours will struggle off to work and school
    Without a glimmer of hope
    For without me, life is a joke.

    But, I can't let you experience such a dismal fate
    So back to the hen-house door, I'll fly and wait
    For the minutes just before day break
    And proclaim, it's time for all to be awake.

    Sign me chanticleer,

    alias,

    s (Report) Reply

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