A Poet's Mirage
There is a bubble of illusion right here on the soup
Its shadow still finds the same sozzled group
This conjuring is cloaked and lobbied with scripture
But ego confuses the muse and its picture
Artistry is squandered and concealed by the night
Infractions are made in the absence of light
When opportunity is lost, despair fuels our anger
Conviction falls duped to this unyielding danger
Compassion and patience, are a poet’s best cure
Lost thoughts will return, of this I am sure
May your pen drip with ink and your ego soon go
Your muse will return, it’s just ebb and flow
5/17/22
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Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2022
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