I Found a Poem
I found a poem
I took it home
It wasn’t mine
……I knew.
But then again on reading it
I knew it wasn’t through
For something bade me
…..“hither…..write…”
I labored long
Into the night
Led somehow through a fog
At times my pencil trembling
…..A cold unfallen log.
Faltering yet standing tall
I climbed above the pall
The echoes from another’s past
………A distant siren call.
To free the pen
Unsheathe the sword
And free my last
…..Unwritten word.
John G. Lawless
©5/6/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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