Notes About The Poem
Some hijinks is always welcome by my muse. As artists, we sometimes forget our partnership has feelings too... and an attitude. He/it/she, so capable in keeping me guessing who's talking/writing.
Musetime
Musetime
by Odin Roark
You are stale
Frail
And pale
Go out
Find fresh sight
Listen for hidden sound
List all you smell beneath the bridge
That place where hopelessness abounds
Avoid disturbing their sleep
Beneath cardboard solace
They desperately attempt
Acceptance of self
While you
The writer
Have only to observe
And absorb
Think less
Be more
Ahhh
Absorption comes not easy you say
Why would you want to BE that which you absorb?
Well my friend
I know the question well
How many times have you popped that question?
Sorry
Who am I…
Yeah
You’ve not been the easiest
But
Hey
I’m still here
Unlike you
I can’t go anywhere
Lest you take me
Get it?
That’s why I’ll be here
When you return
I’ve got some letters to prepare
Polish up the caps
Dust off some lower cases
You’ll have some words to create
Together
Maybe something worthwhile will light up the night
Worth a try?
You’re disintegrating rapidly
You know
So…
I know
Not easy leaving behind your 20’s
And you’ve been dragging my sorry ass around for decades
But
Imagination has deadlines too
So
Remember
Reward doesn’t usually come from staring at stars
Comes from
Well…
Do we have to go over this again?
Bye
See ya
Take your time
I’m a bit beat
Could use a nap
Copyright © Odin Roark | Year Posted 2013
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