I am trying to get back into disciplined poetry writing

[rozk]

Muse 1

Poems are secrets, that we speak aloud
and are not understood. Only in part
do readers hearers get to know our heart.
Our muses may be present in the crowd

and think a poem does not speak their name
or that it does, and either might be wrong,
or be half-right. Each poem is a song
whose notes are true, whose morals one might blame

but which cannot be held in evidence.
I never lie in verse. Lying in bed
I can't remember half the things I've said
I meant them all, but in some special sense.

I loved you all – my sonnets in the night
console me that we lost moments' delight.

Comments

[klwilliams.livejournal.com]

I *love* this poem. Thanks for writing it, and sharing it.

[ladyblue56.livejournal.com]

Excellent! Thank you for sharing.

[anonymous_sibyl]

The final couplet is going to stick with me. It's lovely.

[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

I wish I had that sort of discipline, but as ever, they come when they come, which is rarely. :o)

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Lovely: I particularly like the word-play in the third verse.