Praying in poetry, I paused for The Muse
As I walked beneath the trees
Light was having afternoon tea
Golden conversations with green leaves
My mouth was unleashing fire
Generated from excruciating emotions
Arguments with the one I adored
And other events from beyond
Bringing dark clouds
Shutting out the Sun
Until my tears imitated the rain.
Inside me, a bonfire was burning,
Turning petrified professions to ashes
So many tired old headlines
Smoldering issues.
All manners of nonsense
Alone I could not put out.
In a cathartic cycle, The Muse
Washed my dirty laundry,
All the singed and stained of me
Disappeared somehow
And my soul set out to dry.
Beneath the shivery shade of sadness
A fervent fire gave me warmth,
Unexpectedly melting
Languished lyrics.
Melancholy metaphors,
Wanting for release,
Fell from my eyes
Wringing out all the gravity
From an anguished atmosphere.
Revived by viridescent medicine, I rise,
Refreshed in poetic relevance.
Copyright © 2015 Charles Edward York
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