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Sanctified Clash of Keys in the Ballet Petrushka

Sanctified Clash of Keys in the Ballet Petrushka Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The skylark sings above the urban square Of green and oaks enclosed within the streets And offices and houses.  Everywhere...

Clair de Lune

Clair de Lune Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When evening creeps on earth, the skylarks drift Below their highest singing.  They sink down And change their sound and slowly, sadly shift To gentlest...

Joie de Vivre

     Joie de Vivre Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We might forgive ourselves for thinking larks Do not consider self at all.  Instead They think of hen and chicks and send out arcs Of music leaving...

Tinily Yet Endlessly across Millions of Years

Tinily Yet Endlessly across Millions of Years Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Skylarks go soaring, Stepping on clouds and breathing Eons’ mist and haze. ~ Shiki [Englished by Phillip Whidden;...

No Need for Seeing Eyes

 No Need for Seeing Eyes Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Bird thou ever wert You do not need to see the lark when song Fills air and sky.  His voice alone prevents That need.  His strength alone pulls...

Nevertheless

     Nevertheless Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The skylark sining ripples the clouds.  ~ Seien The skylark penetrates the clouds or mist Not just with beak and body, feathers, wings And even claws. ...

Reserved and Not, the Skylark

Reserved and Not, the Skylark Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Arpeggios of colors?  No not one At all.  Some spots and stripes, slight brown, dark brown Off-white…you get the vibe.  More like a nun...

Operatic Revelation

Operatic Revelation The skylark never has desired to hide Himself in blue or in the realm of white And blue.  He simply rises like a bride To consummation.  It is at its height The songster disappears to eyes that seek Him, longing for the speck to show again How...