The Swan

 

I am

blue-white

brazen and hopeful

with wrinkled

fate,

I stop time

and drown the moon

dust I am

remote

enlightened

musical

my eyes are wet

my sword is drawn

I turn to you

with purple dirt upon my face

I am the swan

of fairy tales

my neck is soft….

feathers

and

blood

the stone beneath me speaks in volumes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

19 thoughts on “The Swan

      1. lets see….purple dirt… the first thing that comes to me is the purple satin sash that hung over the priests shoulders when i was a child… maybe its a kind of religious detritus…. the other thing that comes is a wipe from an angels paintbrush so it could be a blessing…. i smile because obviously I believe my poetry has some type of important symbolism but I don’t necessarily know what it is! x Thanks for asking I like the quest it leads me on 🙂

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      2. I agree, and of all the means of communication, poetry seems to me to carry so much meaning and depth. To me metaphor is what makes us human.

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