the sanctum serves this quill
an appendage right for the scroll
lusting into sleepless nights
for an attack of creative rushes
poetic hierarchy knows that haunt
evasive and imbued with illusions
lyrical perfection dwells there
vaunted poets know the path
and know too its unrelenting wrath
unfit and misunderstood poems
litter every foot of the way
ecstasy awaits the call to scribe
lucidity eludes twisted rhyme
be ever vigilant for the call
this sanctum favors no poet
readily admonishing all who fail
acceptance is granted only
by determination's successes
reach deeply into the heart
of pained failure for a start
Excellent capture, Jon Michael.
much peace and love dear friend, Carole~
well scribed, poet!
cg
Regis
Sheila
Ron
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fee
these birthing palaces of poetry
your words take us there into the deep chambers
the bedlam of nuances...delectaions dancing
climactic expressions...
the bounty of poetic eternity
Love & Precious Plumes
Loving your ink...Vickie
reaching deeply into the heart, indeed,
(For sure: life is a series of pained failures we must ever forgive, and go on.)
Nicely put. Happy New Year!
Rick A.
As I RULY LOVE and RELATE to this creative and honest Poem! You speak it clearly!
Blessings of Peace! Harmony and Inspiration, PurplePassionSHEE WRITE ON! And THANK YOU 4 being "YOU"! Happy!!! New Yaer 2010
Great poem. Sounds like every writer's beginning of joy and heartbreak.
Mary