Poetic Relevance

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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