Poem: Visitor

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
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
to find another 
to seduce
~SPLaws
Polyhymnia, the Greek Muse of Sacred Poetry

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Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws lives in the Pacific Northwest. She is a published poet, currently working on a series of short stories. For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interest include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions.

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