Pain to music
A mild pain in the
Diaphragm,
Early morn,
Wakes him up—
—No, it was not angina pain,
The self-taught Mr. Executive knew
All the classic symptoms by reading
On the Internet—
And, unable to sleep,
Leaning out of the window,
In his black T, red-eyed,
Mr. Executive, first time,
Sees the crimson sky,
And mesmerized by the
Heavenly beauty of the scene,
Sight of the circling happy birds,
Stands still, forgetting his constant pain,
And hears the solo song,
Being sung intermittently,
By an unseen bird,
Up in a tree green,
With a sugary tone,
The series of the short
Floating notes,
Heralding a glorious dawn.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A poignant examination of the blithe indifference shown by most urban dwellers to their natural surroundings.The poem captures well the irony of a disrupted sleep enabling the appreciation of things outside of egoistic introspection.