In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks


Saturday, March 15, 2014

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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