The Singers
Strum gently
as you wait for love,
lest the tune escape.
The story of a true myth
quivers in a sad song,
blows in the breeze,
hopes,
whispers,
fades.
Then a new voice soars
like a javelin
thrown at the sky.
Copyright © Jeanette Swan | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment