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I Sit Not Alone

I SIT NOT ALONE
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I've walked with Wadworth's daffodils'
Read H. G. Wells'es, great fantasies.
Shakespeare's sonnets, o yes I have.
Sweet innocence, W. Blake, so sad
Poor mans' music, bells, Coleridge.
So many more in my heart live.
Best there they stay, I'll write my own
Many an hour I write, I sit not alone.
My muse, on my shoulder, sits, aware,
My heart doth wanteth more to share.
My happiness, true love, it's pain.
Rapture, I try but, sadly in vain.
Nature, she hears, in her poetry
She once, joy personified, agreed.
Too soon my sight, my light fades,
My poetry, anthologies, my raves!
I take it not for granted, death.
It approaches like I have sayeth
Thoughts, mine, my muse set free.
Not yet, I have yet to find my tree!
My words, intact, my heart too.
Time holdeth secrets I won't pursue.
Tis true my sight doth fade
My hope I take it too, to my grave.

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

January 27, 2018 at 7:41 PM

I love this poem. I love these three lines the best, but the whole poem is pure and beautiful. "Many an hour I write, I sit not alone.My muse, on my shoulder, sits, aware, My heart doth wanteth more to share."

Mick Talbot

January 28, 2018 at 6:47 AM

Many thank Leanne, as you know it means so much to a poet when they receive such high accolades, again truly thankful, best forever wishes... Mick