Muted Opus

It may not be
too late,
though my harp
has been strung

I am tuned
and rhythm ready
yet my song
remains unsung

For now I must
stay silent
because I would
leave you stung;

There may be honey
in my smile
but there are bees
on my tongue

Reviews

[emipoemi]

.......I'm speechless! This is brilliant! Too brilliant for words! Well done!

[Gaia Octavia]

Again, too kind. And thank you very much 😁

[LastMonth]

Sheeesh.
Harsh.

I mean, beautiful, emotional harsh.
But harsh none the less.

I'm not sure what it is called (Contredicting yourself with lines, like the bees and honey,)
But it fits amazingly well. Great poem, thick with sadness.

Another sad, misunderstood soul.
Thank you for the poem.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you for reading it ☺

[Zugzwang]

Gaia, I love your poetry. It's like an iridescent butterfly with a sting in the tail.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you very much. I don't think I have ever received a finer compliment as I am a fan of your work as well.

[Zugzwang]

Cheers!
Z.