The Flock of Poetry
Wandering aimlessly, above the broad banks
of sordid bliss, within the creative hours
while my muses dance, throughout this
great galaxy dangling, upon my every word
my every gesture, craves more, why I cringe
at the behest of disappointing, the true goddess
within me saying, sing you fool, dance to the rhythm
of thought capture ,your sullen nestled down spirit
with the notion of carrying, a delightful harmonic
hymn above the highest stars, glistening over
the strictly platonic, ocean floor, mingling with air.
opening your mind, to that quiet entity, whose
presence is gravely, only felt between sheer
panic attacks and sudden, hints of anxieties
bestowed beyond, a bountiful writer's block
my poetry sing, soars, dances with the flock.
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2023
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