This Was Your Poetry Muse
THIS WAS YOUR POETRY MUSE
Summer’s florid abundance of colour and spice;
Or maybe winter’s pristine scintillas of ice;
Children just being children; or cats at play
On some sad wet lifeless day.
Your imagery though costly was bountiful
Your inspiration was profitable and plentiful.
But it’s not how much you paid
Or how much you had assistance and aid.
Or how much you were dismayed
When you wrote your serenade
And hoped it wouldn’t fade.
You don’t need to even think twice :
It’s how close you stuck to the mode,
How well you knew the poetry way
And humbly travelled the poetry road:
And treated your words as creatures beautiful
Conforming to the poetry code.
It’s not how much profit you made:
But how much was still ode.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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