The Poet

Words, rippling forth,

from unknown edges

of the innermost,

mysterious mind.

 

Rushing onward, as

they grow in strength,

they whisper and

sigh, tantalisingly.

 

Murmuring, they seek

attention like

a lover’s demand,

gentle yet compelling.

 

And stronger still,

they take shape, take

a beautiful form

in this tangible world.

 

Words, holding her

there, a vessel, a scribe

for dreams unfurling

from heart’s desire.

 

That voice inside,

a fearsome caress

like a spring breeze,

turning to a tempest.

 

So she submits,

to her eerie wisdom

and the comforting calm

of a soul released.

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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