Yielding.
Seeding themselves in first inkling of
notions onto a page
Appear beautiful wordlings, striving to
paint searing white space.
Thru\' half-heard guidance human unites
with controlled phrasing
as beautiful Muse dances her will before
moving deeper to infiltrate
faintly heard links that help poets create.
Wine of romance ferments, odes surface
to saline shanties, tender
bouquets of nature\'s changed splendour
relates fall or lined laments
On lost love grief personify for metaphor
flows from communication.
Exposing raw heart to the eyes of a world
as in open-soul poetry
needs spells of silence yet yielding knows
Muse disdains opposition so
ears bend close as humility starts to grow.