The Murmur

As I step into my chamber this morning
The slightest of murmurs could be heard
From pile after pile of poems laying around
The sound of the unfinished word

They all figured they sat and aged long enough
Like the finest of Boones Farm wine
Feeling they're ready to take on the world
And now was the best of times

So I started with the stacks on the left
Digging deep like there was no end
Just when I knew this job was through
I turned around to begin again

There were poems about the present
Poems about the past
A poem of when I found out what life was about
I'd forgotten I'd even had

There are more than enough poems about love
I know now why I set those aside
Though you know when it comes to love and relationships
You can run but you can not hide

There are a few I don't even remember
Letting go of the flow with paper and pen
I might have been in a state of elation
As I often am when a poem grabs my hand

So here I am going through the madness
Starting with the ones that are the loudest
Hoping to give them a chance to talk about it
It's not like they don't deserve it

They've waited here for years patiently 
Till this day, the day of Murmur
My goal now is to dress them up so they can go out and play
In the poetic world known as Wonder

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Probir Gupta

January 24, 2017 at 9:47 AM

A very well expressed sentiment for the 'sound of the unfinished word' ... perhaps many of us can relate to it ... Like Daniel has said, mine too I either throw away or they get misplaced ... a lovely read for me, this poem of yours ...

Mike Hauser

January 24, 2017 at 9:52 AM

Thank you my friend!

Cheryl Hoffman

January 24, 2017 at 9:45 AM

If I see a stack getting too high I look through them to see if they're still appealing and if not file them under "G". This is definitely a cool can relate write that made me smile!:)

Daniel Turner

January 24, 2017 at 9:00 AM

I've got them everywhere too Mike, unfinished poems. My brain gets stuck sometimes about half way through. They usually wind up in the trash bin. Cool write:)

Mike Hauser

January 24, 2017 at 9:06 AM

My problem is I can't throw them away!