Wishek was an accomplished poet.
⁓The Voice before the Void
Nina Farley Wishek
I longed to sail a gallant ship,
Swinging across the sea–
But well I know, no phantom bark
Will ever sail for me.
I hoped to sing a lilting song,
Melodious, full and free–
But lagging pen may never write
That golden song for me.
And I would paint the morning sky,
The sun-kissed shrub and tree–
But futile fingers may not catch
That sylvan artistry.
No ship, no sail, no lovely song,
No surging, shining sea–
For I must walk the worn, old road
That others paved for me.