No Corner For Me
At times I write my verse in rhyme
So rhythmic words may travel time
My hope is that they will endure
E'en though my name remain obscure
The clouds had cleared, the moon was bright
Illuminating thoughts, at night
Abounding from both near and far
They paused to watch a shooting star
I watched until it left my sight
It led me down this path tonight
Into a realm of secret dreams
It's gate unlocked by gold moonbeams
All sounds of night, in silence slept
When from a corner murmurs crept
From darkness voices came to me
In moments of insanity
I heard a moving epitaph
A voice spoke on his dog's behalf
Another had a light brigade
It questioned, "Did their glory fade?"
I heard a drunken miller's tale
The voice a faint and distant wail
A female voice was underlying
She asked if I heard children crying
Above it all, I heard a prayer
Irreverent laughter everywhere
Yet all at once, still making sense
Each speaking with such eloquence
They left as quickly as they came
Somehow their presence left a flame
Inside me it began to burn
Inciting me to read and learn
There'll be no engraved slab nor bust
No urn of ash, to gather dust
The Abbey will not house my bones
Among the poets 'neath the stones
But still I write my humble rhymes
Within their classic paradigms
In hopes that someday, one will read
And thoughts of mine will plant a seed.
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2021
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