Paige Hind Poet Rhyme

Nightingale - Compression Poem

Express Through Compression Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
3/10/2026



Nightingale - Compression Poem

morning darkness
I hold her feather
in my city's dead breath
walking on muddy streets 
her song heard somewhere
sweet where rain's left

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Jeanette Swan May 17, 2026 at 6:03 AM I really like this - from finding her feather in the dark morning to the uplift from city mud just knowing her song is somewhere. Fave :-)

Sam Kauffman April 9, 2026 at 11:59 AM There is a tender sweetness and haunting sorrow in your words, Paige. I really like this poem. A fav for me. Even through there is a grayness in the city, the nightingale's song breaks through. Blessings!

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri March 18, 2026 at 11:45 AM A lovely soulful poem on my fav songbird. Kudos for this muse! >>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<^^^^^>>> Plz also read and comment my newest poem too

CayCay Godwin March 15, 2026 at 8:38 PM Whoa, clarity despite imagery dominating is what you pulled off here. Terrible English but I'm not revising the sentence. I think Nette will groove to your poem.

Andrea Dietrich March 11, 2026 at 11:51 PM This is really nice. Loved line 3 and the 2 ending lines

Anne Winter March 11, 2026 at 6:44 PM This is brilliantly written! The imagery is wonderful! Best, Anne

Mike Bayles March 11, 2026 at 2:39 PM I like your imagery.

Paula Goldsmith March 11, 2026 at 12:17 PM I  enjoyed reading your wonderful write. "Good Luck" Have a fun day writing away..........

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 11, 2026 at 11:48 AM Dear Paige, it is like a smudge of beauty on a cold, concrete lens. I love that phrase "city's dead breath", it perfectly captures the stale, stagnant air of an urban morning and makes the single "feather" you’re holding feel like a miracle or a piece of evidence from another world. Blessings, Daniel

Valsa George March 10, 2026 at 11:50 PM Brevity is the soul of wit. Nicely compressed and sweet.

Victor Buhagiar March 10, 2026 at 10:49 PM This is indeed short but very sweet. Best for a win.

Ghairo Daniels March 10, 2026 at 10:06 PM Excellent compression, PH. Depicts her traces left behind. Beautiful second line. Xxxx