Her
by Mathew Paust
It's time, more than anything
now I think of it, time
she suppresses
sits on, holds in abeyance
so I can be infinite.
And all I need do
is keep to the screen
and trust
words will come if it takes the day, the night
forever.
She's loyal to this
to containing the clock
quieting demons, angels
to keeping me focused on what it will take
to please her.
Written to a muse maybe? They do usually eventually participate. Mine today likes adverbs apparently. That's unusual too.
Sorry didn't see the note. I almost never read them.
:) Thanks, Dianne.
A mood I relate to.
Time and the Muse,indeed.
Good poem! For me, the second stanza is too explicit. I like the poem better without it. But I like the poem!
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Good poem! For me, the second stanza is too explicit. I like the poem better without it. But I like the poem!
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Thanks, Erika, Gary, and Bill, and for the suggestion, Bill--I considered that aspect, and decided I needed to suggest a physical anchor. My prose habit's hard to break, and probly will keep me from ever writing serious poetry.
Spare but well formed. Like it.
Tks, eamon.
You left out the part where she's an evasive bitch!
Otherwise a splendid poem. *
*, Mathew. Great opening line:
"It's time, more than anything..."
She can get ornery, Gita. Thanks.
Thanks, David.
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Tks, Sam.
Thanks, whoever slipped in that 7th fave. You kept Her on the feed!