Halls of the Dark Muse

Poetry in Motion

Poetry is motion
ripples in still water
a word is a pebble
dropped from the sea of thought
to make the calm treble

Poetry is motion
flickering in a flame
with fires dance it sways
filled with burning passion
that never for long stays

Poetry is motion
a stir within the wind
touch of a cool breeze
that can build great power
words that make the world freeze

Poetry is motion
foundation of the soul
a shiver in the earth
with force to move mountains
the dark caverns of birth.