poem: lost poet

POEM: Lost Poet

I wandered and didn’t realize I was lost
Laughed the days away
Daisy chains and wild bouquets
Bloomed and I have forgotten the joke

Can I retrace my steps and discover again
The altar of my inspiration?
Was it your love or was it my love
That was the source of salvation?

A lingering cadence, a quiet candle
Keeps a corner warm for what?
To remind me of from where I have come
Or to reprimand me of what I have not?

Quiet muse, never been forgotten muse
Your favor I seek and dream to find anew
Every evening passed, I sent word to you
Has this poet strayed far from view?

My words swayed with songs,
My hands spoke through new limbs
Brought to movement by a humble muse
I danced and laughed with you in mind
Was it my pen that kept us true?

Dear muse, accept my poem…

A lingering cadence, a quiet candle
Keeps a corner warm for what?
To remind me of from where I have come
Or to reprimand me of what I have not?

What is poet without a muse, and a muse without its poet?

Copyright ©2008 J. R. Hollyday

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~ by jnetsworld on April 4, 2008.

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