To The Singing Lark Poem by Valsa George
To The Singing Lark
Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark
Who among the fleecy clouds, like a tiny speck
Remains hidden, drowning the air with music sweet
Rising higher and darting up with movements quick and slick
In our ears falls your song like peals of chiming bells
In clear, crystalline notes on this radiant day so bright
Why do you stay unseen in the far fringes of heaven?
Oh! Come out from the veils that cover you from our sight!
Are you warbling of love in inextricable lays
Or chanting hymns to the God of greater heights
Diving up and down like a mysterious sprite
Are you trilling of the charms of enchanting sights
Soaring and swaying like a flitting dot of light
You ascend higher and higher to dizzier heights
I guess your wings brush against the sailing clouds
As you reel round and round in ecstatic flights
Have you bade farewell to the verdant groves beneath
Have you flown for good from your woody nest?
Why do you dwell in the heights, solitary and alone?
Have you made the firmament your haven of rest?
Hovering over unseen, you pour out melodies sweet
That fills our gloomy hearts with euphoric delight
Sweeping away from weary heads all sullen thoughts
And flaming our souls as ever blazing beacons of light!
A good and very lyrical and descriptive dedication to a fine feathered friend. Some lovely lines - Have you made the firmament your haven of rest? sometimes we wonder when we so low see them ascend so far. Terrific.
A beautiful and delightful poem Valsa, very descriptive and enchanting.
Ah! What a marvellous rendering. The description takes one along with the bird.The last para is such a pleasure to read. It's really on par with P.B.Shelley's poem. Great. Thank you for the nice poem.Best wishes.
A poem that makes me feel good. Wonderful verses tell the story of the lark and its magic song. I love the poem Excellent
Took a long time for me to find this singing Lark. Having found this sweet singing bird, i realise the search and wait was worthwhile. Like the Cuckoo bird, it is so difficult to spot a lark. Are you warbling of love in inextricable lays Or chanting hymns to the God of greater heights Diving up and down like a mysterious sprite Are you trilling of the charms of enchanting sights. Similar thoughts run through my mind too. Birds are lovely. Their music even lovelier. And a poem on a singing lark by the lovely poetess -Valsa is marvellous! 100
Let me comment on this poem like my teacher- Lark - noun - something done for a joke or amusement. Lark -noun - A small light brown singing bird with long pointed wings. The singing bird is hidden in you and you can't see it, but you can listen to its song and you are capable of doing (not something) many great things for amusement of your readers. So you have done in this beautiful poem.......10.
The birds are such a joyful part of life. Their unique abilities are a blessing. And their songs prove to be a comfort and a delight.
The lark has left everything to the poets down and has gone missing unable to hover over the heads with newer crowns.. The poor bird is perhaps, aware of the violent lower skies and flees to the depths of unknown heights. By the by dear poet, when these chirping birds are around you in plenty WHY THOU SEEKETH THY LARK? | Delete this message
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 8:18:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a wonderful poem! Why do you dwell in the heights, solitary and alone? Have you made the firmament your haven of rest? Good imagination on height and its issues..