Gliding in this sea of verses Majestically she swims Words have failed the silent swan Giving in to muse’s whims
The laureate within her soul Silenced by another’s voice Slept within the spirit dark Reticence taken by choice
Drifting away from harbor shore Into waters dark and deep Her fluid voice quieted now Her poetic verses she will keep
The crowd watches the muted swan From their seats upon the shore Wondering if she’ll sing to them Ever or nevermore
I beg your humble forgiveness for posting this tonight...I normally do not post multiple poems in one evening, but I've been in a dry spell lately - like the mute swan I speak of here - and tonight, I was inspired to write five different poems...they are not all in open, so I'm safe there. It seems the writers block has been unclogged..must be my new sinus medication! Anyway..thanks.
[This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 11-30-1999).]