When She Spurns
I have seen this before
A fledgling spark stifled
At birth
I have been here before
When mused words trifled
With no worth
When my knees gingerly fell to the floor
Softly they begged and shuffled
At the slamming door
And I sought the windy south
But the spark waxed weak and worn
Two lovers stood lorn
A spurned poet, and a petulant muse
Copyright © Marugu Mo | Year Posted 2019
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