Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Mnemosyne's Tenth Daughter

You are my words
My sounds, my storms
Held
Without touch, released
Held
Fragile needs
Tell
Every story
Hear
Every song
Unknown, unheard
Unbound, forming
You are my words

5 comments:

citizen of the world said...

Are you thinking of a particular muse?

And yes, I had to look up Mnemosyne.

Herself said...

ah ha

yinyang said...

I like the rhythm of this poem. Very nice.

whimsical brainpan said...

Wow Allan this is excellent! I didn't know you wrote poetry.

Allan said...

CW- Maybe.

Tif- ta da

YY- Thanks.

Whim- Aww...I used to call them "songs". I have a lot.