Poetry – The Sound of Her Voice

Rubbed The Right Way :)

With thanks and gratitude to my adversaries, My muses in an inverted kinda way Yet. This is not enough to say Your posts remove my lid, and my inner wellspring flows… a little irritation and a pearl the oyster grows.

She

She Always an enigma, dwells in deep, dark currents Emerging only on her own terms, in her own time. . She ebbs and flows Revealing then passing away glistening and basking on the shore for a time. . I feel her as she nears, The warmth of her flame, Siren song beckoning. . I cannot…