Novel Distractions
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~ I’ve found a place to court a writer’s muse;
this window seat along the boulevard.
For now, it’s only penning I'll peruse
and charming interruptions, disregard.
I’ll fill my pages with such circumstance
so not to have this heart put on display
and, dare not give my characters a chance
to let their beauty steal my breath away.
Since feeble hearts seek vain fidelity,
I’ll script their follies with my zealous prose,
and passion’s thirst, quilled to the nth degree,
shall far surpass what blasé hacks compose.
I’ll bury lust in words upon each page,
the heat shall sear the ink to every line.
And trifling love, I never shall engage
for calloused souls are destined to resign.
Oh, manic quest, I've sworn to be set free
and let my ink's imagination soar,
my motive, mere dissension by decree...
a vow to play a solitary bore.
But as I searched for perfect similes
and glanced outside my window for a clue,
my eyes grew wide, for they were thrilled to see
such elegance ascending into view.
This feeble heart fell victim to that thrill.
My novelistic dreams were all for naught.
In love's pursuit, I tossed the ink and quill
and never gave my muse another thought.
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2025
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