Crushed

To Lesley do I owe a big debt No more over verse will I ever sweat Reading her nuanced advice between the lines My motivation to versify sharply declines It has become clear to me that my rotten rhyme Is so very close to being a humanitarian crime. So,Ms Duncan,to you must I convey my thanks That no longer will I invest in poetry banks. Now must I banish my obsession with a final farewell And consign all future thoughts of poetry to the fires of hell. Without me,may all you genuine poets flourish And your love of poetry always and ever nourish. With a truly sad heart I do lay down my pen And I will not demean Parnassus ever again And yet who can ever be fully sure and rightly know When the Pierian spring through one will once again flow?

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Joe Maverick

Date: 5/30/2020 4:36:00 PM

Hello Dennis, I sincerely hope you have not bowed out, but will continue to scribble It out In flow that maybe flouts and floats Those Wiley incandescent goats That have a rigid grip on motes' Times of trains; and holy rotes The bane of flair; the death of style I feel the weary weight of miles.! I can't go on.. The trials you'll face' The imperative though; is change the place A change won't hurt, it leads to thought Better than copying, always, yet it can be fraught'

Denis Bruce
Date: 5/31/2020 4:36:00 AM

Joe,thank you for taking the time to compose your emotive piece .I appreciate what you have done.Keep up the good work

Line Gauthier

Date: 11/17/2018 11:15:00 AM

A lovely poem, Denis. Please keep that pen flowing. Line xx

Denis Bruce
Date: 11/17/2018 12:24:00 PM

Thank you so much,Line.