The muses are in all genres
we the poets pen the parchments
spilling the ink and flourishing in words
our minds are not alone
nor possessed but infusing inspiration
a functional dysphonia
dancing with the sacristy of time's compass
and the sought of all eternal question
voicing from the existences of eternality
as I seen my own shadow with the muses
they lit up the darkness whispering secrets
and they said to me in crowded voices
giving mention every now and then to their names
a selective room of etherial openness
defining the authoress within
shouting louder & louder
poet to the prose of language
poetess to the verses of literature
bardic muses and druidical visions evermore
authoring the ancients immortality
as we too become one union inside their voices...
Poetry Free Verse: Vickie L. McColley 2012
(written: March 5th, 2012 3:31 p/m)
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