The Poems I Never Wrote
~When "light upon yon window” tends to break
into my hollow head by early dawn,
such brilliant prose pours in as I awake
but by the time I stretch the words are gone.
And like two roads that ’verged in yellow wood,
some perfect metaphors have come my way,
but in a blink, they're merely gone for good,
and where they go, I simply cannot say.
”How do I love thee” surfaced in a dream
with similes of everlasting charm,
but in a flash, I lost the thread midstream
so, “let me count the ways” soon bought the farm.
Those brilliant words of art would just astound
if I was quick enough to write them down.
10-6-22
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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