Kicking the Muse – a poem

Intriguing.

Wondrous.

Unexpected.

Poignant.

Alluring.

This poem that refuses to be caught

flitting

teasing

tickling

coaxing

my consciousness,

like an illustrious butterfly eluding

a child’s eager net; a firefly of inspiration –

Wink on, it’s here!

Blink off, it melds again

with the dusky twilight of cognate business.

The Left chides the Right, “Why must you be wrong?

Yearning to read,

absorb,

describe,

depths I knew not before.

Do these words dress only to impress?

Or can they hold

in their rough hewn, precious hands

garments of worth and of praise?

 

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