Monday, December 20, 2021
POEM: WHERE DO LOST POEMS GO?
Where do lost poems go,
The ones arrived too early,
Or too late, or when the Muse
Has ceased her chant, and
Recanting of her desire to
Share her words with this
Mad poet,
Withdraws,
Veil covering her face,
Leaving him with but fading memory,
Of the most beautiful poem...
Never written?
The ones arrived too early,
Or too late, or when the Muse
Has ceased her chant, and
Recanting of her desire to
Share her words with this
Mad poet,
Withdraws,
Veil covering her face,
Leaving him with but fading memory,
Of the most beautiful poem...
Never written?
Labels: poem, poem by Donovan Baldwin, poetry
# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 12:28 PM 
