The Trefoil Muse

In a gully,

Still waters run deep,

It’s difficult to know,

What lies beneath,

The beauty,

Of truth

 

Inside a soul,

Are deep truths and

Songs that speak,

Authentic words,

They inspire

 

Dark depths,

Of our Spirit,

Beckon for light,

And, reaches for more

 

Truth,

Strums the hearts cord,

Invoking movement;

The body sways,

And, the spirit smiles

 

A wayward soul breathes deeply,

And relaxes,

Smiling,

While another artist wails;

He sings

 

Soulful blues,

Of truth,

Which speaks,

To all humanity,

Striking cords,

Invoking action

 

The echoes of,

Truth,

Change the world,

And, strums the heart cords,

Of all

 

When the truth spirit sings,

Authentic words,

While breaking contrived rules,

And using creativity,

Politics is damned,

It’s always been that way

 

Still waters running deep,

Within an artists,

Hidden gully,

Starts poetry in motion

 

Truth is,

When spirited songs,

Are shared,

Heart to heart,

Soul to soul,

Strumming one another,

Through vibration,

Life changes

 

Vibrations cause ripples,

In still deep waters,

They invigorate the stagnate,

Complicate or sleepy;

Stirring silenced emotions

 

Until, finally,

A dam breaks,

Water flows,

Emoting the trickling sound,

Of music into stifled depths

 

Action causes movement,

Growth erupts in the gully,

Others hear the music,

A community starts singing,

About truth

 

Truth in a gully,

Where still waters run deep,

Within your own soul,

Hides inspirations hidden beauty

 

That’s where you’ll find,

Poetry in motion,

Like the power,

Of your spirit’s song

 

Strum another’s heart,

Break the silence,

Sing your Spirit’s song.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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