Secrets
A collaborative poem
invisible steward of old carrying secrets untold grief and joy fly upon its wings let the rest of your life now unburdened begin sometimes it carries you gently to the blue no need for defiance the sea is a tender loving sweep of silence sometimes it rises up with a voice quite abrupt then lightly as an autumn breeze hushed in tone speaking truths with ease then it blows through clouds with fierce wintery growls shrouded in irony ready to howl at them revealing their mystery in defence to ignore the wind is dangerously akin to abandoning a muse listen always listen to the secrets it strews
This was a collaborative poem! Here are the wonderful writers that contributed:
HEW(Hue) of Poetry, Amrita Skye Blaine, Eitan Prince, Thokozile Madonko, Speaking of...
Please note:
sometimes when creating a collaborative poem, it ends up that even smaller fragments lead to a unified whole or that words and phrases call for further shaping and moulding. This is no reflection on the contributor. Instead, it’s a beautiful reminder that the creative process is always filled with twists and turns.
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The wind is the muse, a drifting deity.
Burning like prayer, a free soul in the sky.
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