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
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2020
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