Scattered Pages

Drifting gifts of prophetic ages
Scatter, breathless, upon these pages

And when the guild of muses ask-
To answer, is the poet's task

As verses swirl and intertwine
Building towards the perfect line

Too richly elegant for rumor
Too significant to humor

Some sing too grand to have a choice
Too full and fine for brittle voice

Thumb-smeared, circled and ink-bitten
Some words demand to be written.

4/30/20

For Dear Heart's 'Couplet' contest

Shared 2nd Place
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Dietrich Avatar
May 9, 2020 at 10:03 PM
this is SO gorgeous. I hope it scored high. Congrats for the win I see you got!
Adams Avatar
May 6, 2020 at 9:04 AM
Congrats, and well done! Who knows how many gems are lost in clutter?......patrick
Neumann Avatar
May 6, 2020 at 2:41 AM
Thumb-smeared, circled and ink-bitten ...Beautiful. Kind wishes, Kai
Barden Avatar
May 5, 2020 at 11:19 PM
Best wishes and congrats for your win in Dear Heart's contest, Michelle - I hope you and yours are staying safe and sound. Blessings and keep up the great writing, My Friend! :o) <3
La France Avatar
May 5, 2020 at 7:12 PM
Michelle, wonderful, congratulations on your win in my contest _Constance
Roper Avatar
May 4, 2020 at 11:10 AM
Congratulations on your placement win in Dear Heart’s contest. Hugs Eve
Faulkner Avatar
May 4, 2020 at 9:21 PM
Thank you, Eve-
Pigeon Tart Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 9:50 PM
Some such delectable wordage, my muse is licking her jealous lips ;), xomo!
Faulkner Avatar
May 2, 2020 at 1:19 PM
You flatter me, Mo!
Watt Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 6:25 PM
"And when the guild of muses ask- / To answer, is the poet's task" is a beautifully worded expression of the tenuous relationship between poet and muse. Ah, those fickle muses, we best not ignore them when they finally decide to ring our bell. Love every couplet and every rhyme of this, Michelle. Well done and good luck to you in the contest ~ John
Faulkner Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 6:38 PM
You are generous and encouraging, and I am glad to know you, and your poems, a bit better - thank you!
Ball Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 4:57 PM
So beautifully expressed here my friend. The whole reason we are called to write. Love this. Great Stuff. God Bless, JB
Faulkner Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 6:35 PM
I am blessed for your kind comment, thank you, Judy-
Wolf Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 2:44 PM
Yes, I 'm all in with WW below: Superbly penned, Michelle. The words of your poem certainly demanded to be written! ~ Gershon
Faulkner Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 6:34 PM
I am humble and grateful for the words you write, my friend, both the comments and the poems!
Warrior Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 2:07 PM
Superbly executed Michelle...great entry for the contest...best wishes from the Wingster :o)
Faulkner Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 2:13 PM
Many thanks, Winged One :)
Leffanta Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 1:34 PM
The muse may be heard, but "building the perfect line" is THE challenge! Well said! Aloha! Rico
Faulkner Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 2:11 PM
I often think I've got it - but then I keep coming back to tinker with it - must learn to let it be-
Adams Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 7:05 AM
this is wonderful Michelle...I especially love that concluding couplet... some words definitely demand to be written... I am sure we have all been plagued by those moments when the muse won't let up until we write... best wishes in the contest... hugs
Faulkner Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 2:10 PM
Sometimes they are like a pesky itch! Thanks for commenting, Sandra.
Somadas Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 12:30 AM
Great write..Poetry at its best..Your scattered pages will shine in this contest..Good luck Michelle..
Faulkner Avatar
May 1, 2020 at 1:02 AM
Thank you kindly, Jenish, much appreciated-
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