Retire My Pen

Speak to me my muted heart
where went your rhyming ways
The voice of a hearts deepest hour  
in mysteries a soul explained

Is your rhythm lost or simply hiding
in the noise of life as it whines
expression tied by hopes revising
sweet serenity and peace of mind

You run and ride with speed in your stride
ignoring all fear of the fall
you dig your heals and hold on tight
then question how momentum has stalled

An erie silence rests within
like unwritten lyrics implore
when inspiration is crushed to dust
supposing your song should be more

Poetry to you is a mountain 
raised and balanced in a hand
yet your fountain of speech has ceased its flowing
like the trek across untraveled sands

If inspiration is swinging from a chandelier 
opposing the status quo
and insight a vehicle to merely be steered
why now is there no marrow in your bones

Words keeping time with the beat of a life
linguistic expression out of step
lancing the poetess with a wordless knife
a beat-less palpitation in her chest

Return to me dear creativity 
like frankincense anointed and blessed
convey the miracle of a heart unlaced 
my poetic world at rest

Could it be I feel too much
farther reaching than any sea or the sky
or is this a symptom of insecurity
for all the where the when's or the why's

I am disassembled, rearranged
the safety net beneath me removed
everything familiar suddenly changed
with the muse of my rhythm unmoved

Perhaps when the seismic quake has passed
and my world is as it should be at last
I'll write of how transporting through worlds
was like a dance with a tornado as it twirls

Until then I'll retire my pen
and pray a new melody plays
some new, never known before tune
in the awe of poetic display
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Mcdaid Avatar
October 7, 2014 at 3:33 AM
now your pen flowed golden in this i would dare say their is plenty of ink left in it yet beautifully penned piece
Lamoureux Avatar
September 25, 2014 at 8:11 AM
With writing like this it will be a long time before your pen is ever retired. There are many amazing lines in this piece! I especially like the marrow line.
Corbin Avatar
September 18, 2014 at 11:33 AM
Say it isn't so, my sweet Sarai! I can't imagine what it would be like here should you go. It's just a phase. You'll see. I am posting "What's Left?" to show you what I mean. Most depressing thing I ever wrote, but I got through it. You will too. Jim
Virden Avatar
September 20, 2014 at 2:24 AM
Your so kind Jim, I sure hope your right. Can't wait to read "What's left" hugs always <3
Smith Avatar
September 17, 2014 at 8:46 PM
I'm sure many new melodies will play....love the lines I am disassembled, rearranged the safety net below me removed......hugs Tim
Virden Avatar
September 17, 2014 at 11:12 PM
Thank you sweet Tim
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