Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Muse

I'm telling
this to the sky -
where the focus
falls soft and

where you stand
wilted at an open
window posing
with far-away looks

and a young dove
captured by
no  more than
a piece of string

and where you are
surrounded by the
thorny branches
of a reluctant spring

as you wonder
if the divine
is no more or less
than you are.


1 comment:

@okieprof said...

You're back! and yes, do we not all still wonder about the divine, surrounded by thorny branches.

Thank you, poet-friend