The Pensive Poet
Contest: The Pensive Poet
Sponsor: Constance La France
"While pensive poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep"
~ Alexander Pope
They call her a "pensive poet",
She sits there lost in thought,
Her wistful silence does show it,
How with worries she's fraught;
When she sits beside that window
With a forgotten drink,
They know she'll soon be in limbo,
Time to think, time to ink;
She sits there writing and writing,
Pages are shortly filled,
With her Muse and words, she's fighting,
Her notions are soon quilled;
Her mind is constantly running,
At night, sleep eludes her,
Metaphors, rhyming and punning,
These are what makes her stir;
She gives voice to her painful past,
Her poems hold her tears,
The silent wisdom she's amassed,
All penned down o'er the years;
Reclusive, she prefers echoes
from the past she's fighting,
She pens of Edenic meadows,
Or grief unexciting;
Pondering over her gone life,
She writes of her deep faith,
Her memories linger through strife,
Her musings like a wraith;
One with Nature, she's always calm,
Writing her cares away,
Inking poetry is her balm,
Keeps her alive each day;
Inscribing her deep impressions,
She sits there in Zen mode,
Her verses are her expressions,
Where her emotion's sowed;
Ruminating in solitude,
She composes her dreams,
She's in "the Pensive Poet" mood,
The "Maiden of Moonbeams".
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