The Poem Found

by Vladimir Swirynksy - Taurus

THE POEM FOUND


For too many days the muse has
locked hierself in a room so I take
my cello outside and play to the moon,
to bribe the silent candle of madness.
What is life but to study the word
like a primitve dance that only
a few of us watch in secret.

Enter the ark alleys, the nameles
streets where we once played,
the empty rooms we occupy that seem
like forever.  Write if you must,
not for the joy of the heart but
for the silence of the stars.

Whatever stirs in the eye and begs
for attention don't dare let
pencil touch paper,
let this disturbnce pass.
Time is a discipline,  wait 'til
the words can sing, 
the puzzle solved,  the
poem found

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2009-08-12 11:16:02
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:13
Poem ID: 72034

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