The Ultimate Poem
Hidden in the deepest recesses
of my cabbage patch mind
is the ultimate poem
the ones faeries cry over,
my muse assures me
with her teasing ways.
giving me bits of it
I wake up suddenly,
Knowing the ending line,
realizing it was
THE ultimate poem,
the one I have been wanting
Glimpse this poem
in her entirety
quickly and silently
seconds before waking up
Yet I retain not a whit of it.
Not even the ending line…
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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