The Whispering Muse
Torn from the moment,
each page sorely ragged
whose ink has long faded
but memory bound
The story is telling,
its magic eternal
inside it awaits us
—a treasure unfound
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
