Mick Talbot Poet Rhyme

My Mortal Muse My Wife

To my love of nigh four decades of bliss,
I can't take you with me you've life to live,
live it, let love be your guide, be remiss!
So sorry if I hurt you, please forgive. 

Be remiss, be naughty, but make it fun!
Remember, my body, donate it, please,
to the Lincoln University, Hon.
Forget, and I'll be back to haunt and tease!

Remember me, my love for you, my wife!
My legacy, my words of poetry.
Remember all the good times of our life,
My death, momentary felt misery.

My muse you were but now you're free, I'm gone.
You can still talk to me, ponder me do!
My soul, it will forever linger on,
waiting, knowing one day again, me, you!
_______________________

Rhyme wrote in iambic pentameter. 

My Muse, Mortal - Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Gregory R Barden

20th June 2018

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Susan Gentry August 23, 2018 at 3:54 AM Congratulations on your win. This one touched my heart. The way you mix darker emotions with the lighter ones is a talent I would love to have. Well done.

Virginia Waters August 22, 2018 at 1:49 AM Another loving tribute to your wife. Great poem. Hope all is well, not been about much lately I noticed.Congrats on placing and rocking iambicpentamenter.

Connie Marcum Wong August 21, 2018 at 5:45 PM I agree hundred percent with what Greg said Mick. I enjoyed your poem as it kind of echoes what my husband has said to me. I worry about his health and I can't imagine life without him. Congratulations on your wonderful third placement! : )

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 21, 2018 at 8:50 AM Back with congratulations my friend! Miss you, hope you are well. xomo!

Gregory Richard Barden August 21, 2018 at 3:23 AM I love the mix of mortality and whimsy in this, Mick, and how you seamlessly weave the sweet with the sour - I think that's what I aspire to in the end, and the most to hope for. Life is THAT, after all, (if we're lucky), and shouldn't our exits mirror the rest? Excellent rhythm and phrasing, and wonderfully charming. Congratulations on your THIRD PLACE in the 'My Muse, Mortal' Poetry Contest - blessings, my friend! :-)

Jan Allison June 20, 2018 at 4:14 AM I was worried at the start of the poem the Had to laugh about donating your body Mick, our poems will live on long after we are gone:-) hugs Jan xx Mick Talbot June 20, 2018 at 7:45 AM Serious about donating my body to science. Even looked into selling it, (when dead of course)! LOL hugs Mick

Tom Cunningham June 20, 2018 at 1:05 AM Phew , thought it was bad news then saw it was for a contest. Good luck Mick. Tom Mick Talbot June 20, 2018 at 7:48 AM LOL, no there is a few days left in it yet, no seriously, years I hope. Fingers crossed for the contest, thanks, Tom. Mick

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 19, 2018 at 10:24 PM Saucy sweetness! I love a man that's willing to haunt over his wasted parts ;p awesomeness. Good luck in the contest! xomo Mick Talbot June 20, 2018 at 7:40 AM Oh I hope not wasted, very serious about donating my body to science. Checked out Nottingham Uni they want £250 to come pick it up. Even looked into selling it. Mick