A poem comes by for a visit
jumps, twists, turns
in the room of imagination
My pen begs to carve it
beat in the meters
as placed prison bars
spaced inches apart
as placed prison bars
spaced inches apart
capturing an essence
Truth:
You are not mine
Pockets turned out with no
proof of visit, no valet ticket
to retrieve after-party transport,
A bookmark fallen from the pages
of a story unwritten
I love you
Never knew you
I kiss it gently, wish it well
It’s form not scratched on my paper
send it on it’s way
send it on it’s way
to find another
to seduce
~SPLaws
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| Polyhymnia, the Greek Muse of Sacred Poetry |
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shannon p. laws 