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I Sit Not Alone

I SIT NOT ALONE ~~~~~~ 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

Date: 1/27/2018 7:41:00 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
Date: 1/28/2018 6:47:00 AM