Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

To A... Muse


TO A... MUSE
May neither time nor tide upon your Muse
Abide for long but long for music more,
Unreeling till eternity true score
DEclining years cannot erase, abuse.
Many seek to speak but Chance can't choose
Another whose as sensitive, whose core
Unmoved remains, resistant to Time's maw,
DEar, modest, understates the role her views
Must play within our universal glues
As bridge between ‘I thought’, ‘I sought’ encore.
Under that bridge stream flows to Eden's shore,
DEsire ‘acceptance’ draws from past ‘refuse’.
MAsterpiece ‘Unstable’ modifies,
DErides blocks, barricades, unlocks joy’s skies



6 July 2008
robi03_1531_robi03_0000 ASX_LXX


To A…Muse poem © Jonathan Robin

Submitted: Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Edited: Thursday, December 16, 2010

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