A Penning Pending Poem by Tranquil Dawn

Forlorn,
a somber gaze
traces the adjacent shoreline
with wistful strokes.

A wilted notebook
woefully tight-lipped,
cast aside in a fit of disgust
sulks amid a patch of green.

Lady, speak!
Where thoughts dormant
in waiting sigh,
abreast of the approaching storms.

Have a one-sided affair-
With passion spin your tales!
- before the dawn speaks curtly
and appropriates your quill.

The mourning inkwell
cries with no relief.
No tepid tears fall to
stop a throbbing silence.

The crystal of a lapping lake
unrequited, embraces sullen toes,
who have forgotten
the thrill of the dance.

Neglected inspirations
sing the most melancholic of refrains.
*After all- what is a tribute
without words? !