Denis Bruce Poet Rhyme

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?

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Joe Maverick May 30, 2020 at 4:36 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 May 31, 2020 at 4:36 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 November 17, 2018 at 11:15 AM A lovely poem, Denis. Please keep that pen flowing. Line xx Denis Bruce November 17, 2018 at 12:24 PM Thank you so much,Line.