The Medium Poem by Karen Edwards
The Medium
Unbidden, yet not unwelcome
he whispers in my ear.
sweet lines of verse,
though unrehearsed,
they flow like summer wine.
Spilling on stark white pages,
are these words truly mine?
Am I but a vessel for a spirit
or the divine? Do I have a voice
at all, or do I just plagiarize?
Monday, January 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: muse,writing
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