Cruelly Judged.

A well known singer / songwriter is still being unfairly condemed by ‘fans’ because he hasn’t lived up their own expectations of him.

Such words are his

     they weave our dreams,

drift through our hearts

     like moon-dipped streams.


Amber notes of songbird lilt

     cascade from poets’ pen,

draw us up, with him to fly

     to cast within a zephyr’d eye.


Yet this is not enough to see

     in greed a gilded cage to tie,

berate the giver of the gold

     for he has failed to live their lie.


A brush is not the canvas bare

     an artist not the paint,

a songbird may the heaven’s hold

     but he’s the singer, not the saint.

© sweetwater 2023
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Hi Sue – this is so lilting and really sweet. Hope you don’t mind a few suggestions to gild the lily: moonlit rather than moon-dipped reads aloud better although I liked the surreal juxtaposition of somehow dipping a stream in the Moon. The second stanza strayed from the rhyme scheme and ‘poet’s pen’ needs an apostrophe. Excellent stuff. Mitch


I enjoyed this different view of singer/songwriter and how we lay our expectations unfairly on our heroes.

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