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, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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