Lark's Song

October 28, 2011
I hear the whisper,
wind blowing soflty,
in my ear.
It grows louder, wider.
Like a light tearing a hole
in my heart.
I hear the Lark,
the song it sings,
fills my soul.
Bursting it open
To a whole new world,
of grief, of pain.
I could not stay secluded,
My own world wouldn't stay,
in its,
own little corner of the Universe.
A black hole
had to come.
I had to hear
the Lark's Song.

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IceFox416 said...
Nov. 14, 2011 at 6:43 pm

Love it! Very thought-provoking, very well done. I just have one little bit of critisicm: The line "My own world wouldn't stay,

in it's"



Seems kind of choppy. I think it would flow better if you evened out the lines to about the same lenght, or combined them into one. But otherwise, very good!



Danealle said...
Nov. 11, 2011 at 3:52 pm
Nice poem! This is really good! 
kingofwriters said...
Nov. 8, 2011 at 5:28 pm

Does the Lark's song represent something big, like a catastrophic event that changes the narrator's life? It really makes me wonder about that.


I thought it was a really great poem! You used some similes and other good writing techniques that really made it good!


Keep it up! :)

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