Smoke and Mirrors
Sample Poem
Sample Poem
SONNET
SONNET
The flowing river of my verse ran dry
The flowing river of my verse ran dry
And yesterday became a turgid stream,
And yesterday became a turgid stream,
As if the bard within me closed his eyes
As if the bard within me closed his eyes
And slept perchance forsaking all his dreams.
And slept perchance forsaking all his dreams.
Poetic licence could, it seemed, expire
Poetic licence could, it seemed, expire
Or be by some prosaic gods revoked,
Or be by some prosaic gods revoked,
Who of my butchery of words grew tired
Who of my butchery of words grew tired
Or were yet to their vengeful ire provoked.
Or were yet to their vengeful ire provoked.
Crossing the arrid wastelands of despair,
Crossing the arrid wastelands of despair,
Weighed by the corpse of poetry still-born
Weighed by the corpse of poetry still-born
I smote my bardic brow and cursed the air
I smote my bardic brow and cursed the air
Whose Muse hath left him now bereft, forlorn.
Whose Muse hath left him now bereft, forlorn.
When birds of rhyme have flown, beware ‘tis true!
When birds of rhyme have flown, beware ‘tis true!
To bring them back there’s naught a man can do.
To bring them back there’s naught a man can do.