Flowing Ink
Again I lift my pen to write,
My Muse is near to me tonight.
With shadings of strange metaphors
To conquer little wordling wars,
Vast the forest, Poet Trees
Deep the roots,
Sublimities
Where Muses water roots with ink
For thirsty poet's
Souls to drink
In mottled shades of muted light
Abandoned pen begins to write
The Ink is flowing
And none may quell
Deliverance
From Muse-less hell
Copyright © Bj Legros Kelley | Year Posted 2024
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