Mark Peterson Poet Quatrain

The Itinerant Amanuensis

(Person Taking Dictation Part Time)

Compile the hours you have spent                                                                                                                                                                                                 
pondering verse and rhyme,
your sole reward harsh discontent;
Perhaps it's all a waste of time.

With rhyme a muse should fill the soul;
Isn’t that the learned consensus? 
Instead I’m forced to play the role
of itinerant amanuensis.

He called one day to say goodbye—
off to foreign destinations.
What illness made me hire a guy,
addicted to prolonged vacations?

So here I sit with vacant stare—
idle digits, silent keys.
Might you offer silent prayer,
they’ll find a cure for this disease.

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Maurice Rigoler January 20, 2017 at 10:45 PM Haha. Love the final stanza, Mark. Happily I write for no other reason than to prove to myself that I can – at least I think I can. I am in accord with the writer of the biblical writer who wrote 'everything is vanity.' Many thanks for stopping to read me. Much appreciated. / M Mark Peterson January 20, 2017 at 11:23 PM Maurice, you are so welcome. I love your poetry and am so gratified that you enjoy mine. Thanks for this comment.

Nette Onclaud February 21, 2016 at 3:47 AM i commiserate with you, mark... a gripping work!..huggs Mark Peterson March 3, 2016 at 11:17 PM Sorry I'm late in responding, Nette. I appreciate your persistent support of my poetry. It may be madness on your part, but gratitude nevertheless.