The Mysterious Medium

She speaks in whispers soft as sighs
And shouts out loud to darkened skies
Cloaking what we cannot see
In shrouds of purple mystery

Her candle flickers long alight
A beacon in the silent night
Illuminating without clarity
Blurred lines of poetry.



Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2015-10-18 at 16:51

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. Could it be you are talking about yourself? Very mysterious indeed :)
2015-10-22



A beautiful poem which says it all so elegantly and gently:)
2015-10-19


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting insight into a poet's mind and thoughts
2015-10-18


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Purple Haze all in my brain?
2015-10-18


Nancy Sikora
Just a silly little poem inspired by a brief exchange of words.
2015-10-18