Sleeping Muse
I hover long and wide
tracing the half-sunk calligraphy
of my own hands on scrolls
bending and spilling words
to shape a raw, poetic voice...
yet the gaps between dawn
and twilight are narrow, more
narrow than all the twigs i held
beneath my coughing thoughts.
No, i have not seized to cut the pen;
these thoughts needed a pause, you know,
like a retreat for freshly-brewed time...
allowing my muse to sleep, hibernate
to wake the veins from my pulped marrow.
Kelly Deschler's Poems About Poetry
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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