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 
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
Polyhymnia, the Greek Muse of Sacred Poetry



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