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Miscarried Poetry
In the night I heard her voice
bidding me to rise,
I hadn't heard her in awhile
but was not a bit surprised.
I'd heard her often in the night.
ignored her gentle pleas
To help assist in birthing
'neath the towering poet trees.
Sometimes she left me groaning
as I tried to block her voice.
"I am sleepy!!" I'd kept moaning,
"Midnight sleeping is my choice!"
Refused to play my part,
help birth poem-child.
Muse's heart
I'd played the role of midwife
And assisted muse's quest,
But oft at night I promised
That come dawn I'd do my best
Those nights I gently slumbered
With my muse silenced, encumbered
For dawn I often tarried
Many poems thus left miscarried
Muse hung her head in silence,
But one night , she fled away;
I waited in the morning but...
My Muse came not that day.
My pleadings left unheeded,
-- a long silence proceeded.
and I languished in my heart
For I had failed to play my part
So sorry, I,
now left
forlorn............
Her midnight
Poems too oft
stillborn.
Copyright ©
Bj Legros Kelley
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