Let me honor you here though you're shy
to show face on a page, even try
to draw thoughts from the cloud of your mind,
by a keyboard revealed, quill on sand.
Let me ask you, Unknown, to be kind
to yourself! Free your mind to disclose
what it dreams to the world, what it's scanned;
what you feel in your heart, what it knows.
Be surprised by yourself for a change!
Put all judgment aside. If it's strange
and a sin to imagine your judg-
ment of others correct, give a hoot
for the lessons you've learned. Don't begrudge
other's talents, the muscles they form
as they mine a fleet moment. This fruit
is yours too if you'll have it! Just warm
to the thought, that some treasure gets found
in all feelings, your muse might expound.
11/27/20
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An insightful bit of verse nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful portrayal of the poet's muse ceremoniously rich in tone. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.