The stillness of her lips
Stuns my sharp wits.
Her silence is razor-sharp
And cuts the thick fog.
I name her Philomel
After that Greek Maiden
Ravished and made dumb.
Philomel, I ask her,
Is this mock dumbness you assume
Or the silence of an imprisoned voice?

good work.would love to read more of your poems.i would also like if you can paste your work on my organization website. go to www.readmypoem.   go to the must read page and follow the instructions.thanks.once again,it is nice