Tonight, I am just a reader
Yet not uninspired.
Lacking though I may be,
Poe's skill I have desired--
Perhaps his muse I've required....
Though she's not visited me.
A dream within a dream
Within my head--
As my eyes grow slowly tired--
Begins to start to perhaps seem
To be more than just a dream.
If any muse has thus desired
Affectations such as I deem
To begin to start to perhaps seem
Like real poetry...
Then one day I hope to be
Less lacking in skills fired
In the crucible of poetry.
And the muse of whom I dream,
May my rhymes and poems seem
To her as things to be admired.
May they be at least by her admired.
Yet not uninspired.
Lacking though I may be,
Poe's skill I have desired--
Perhaps his muse I've required....
Though she's not visited me.
A dream within a dream
Within my head--
As my eyes grow slowly tired--
Begins to start to perhaps seem
To be more than just a dream.
If any muse has thus desired
Affectations such as I deem
To begin to start to perhaps seem
Like real poetry...
Then one day I hope to be
Less lacking in skills fired
In the crucible of poetry.
And the muse of whom I dream,
May my rhymes and poems seem
To her as things to be admired.
May they be at least by her admired.
2 comments:
I'll state the obvious and say I love your play on words for the title. Poe is one of my favorites, I think everyone should read the Raven at least once, if not more. I assume you enjoy his writings as well or you wouldn't have mentioned him/ pay tribute.
I give it a 10 of 10. Keep it up. Every poem you write is always better than the last.
I see you deleted one, why, may I ask? Did you feel it was not up to par?
AD
Nah, it always nagged at me. I never felt it was really good enough.
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