John Lawless Poet Rhyme

Whilst the Muse Sits Idle

Haven’t sorted this years poems
And another year is looming
Yet my fingers dance and play
Upon the keyboard every day
Some say the poems that I write
Are seamless, flowing, very tight
Others pass them, look away
Refer to them as cliched, trite
Yet being “kind” I don’t reply
Just shake my head and sadly sigh
For they have missed the subtle twists
Of metaphoric word play trysts
So carry on you daring digits
Whilst the muse sits idle, fidgets
Write on, write on, add one more poem
To last years ever growing tome

John G. Lawless
©12/22/2022

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Mystic Rose Rose December 24, 2022 at 4:51 AM Yes keep right on writing John, who cars what people see or don't see, you and I both know we write for the sheer love of it. Even if no one else appreciates it, God does, lovely sentiments, John :)

Jim Slaughter December 22, 2022 at 11:35 AM Well, John, my muse tells me that the best poets really write for themselves, anyway. So if and when others read and enjoy what they have written, so much the better. I, at least, didn't "pass this one and look away'.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart December 22, 2022 at 6:50 AM I have lost my words but yours… well, always impress me. xomo

Barry Stebbings December 22, 2022 at 6:38 AM Very philosophical, John. Enjoyable poem to read, says it all really. // Barry

Deb M December 22, 2022 at 6:34 AM Hey John….l really enjoy your poems. I hear you loud and clear about sorting this years poems…its been on my list forever and l still haven't crossed it off!!Ha…..Love this….Debx