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Limitations - Poem by poppy miller

He sends me no thoughts at this time;
Neither complex riddle nor sweetly rhyme.
No floating clouds, nor rising mists,
And ne'er a thought to climbing schists.
How silent be the shaded bowers
That oft times sang to swaying flowers;
Or braided, woven, curling vine
That sleeps amid the noonday shine.
Gone; the deserted shore with shells arrayed,
Where ghosts of plovers safely wade.
No winsome nymph of golden tresses
Who shyly to her beau confesses
With dewy eyes of adoration,
Undying love and dedication.
He knows my strength and limitations
And therefore limits my frustrations.
My quill, dried of ink and starved of paper
Screams attention, demands a caper,
But I, stretched to capacity, have no eye
For idle quills that sit and sigh.
I owe to one full dedication,
Total love and consideration.
So hush my quill, in patience lay,
For I cannot give you time of day.

(Bereft of Muse.)

Topic(s) of this poem: muse


Comments about Limitations by poppy miller

  • (1/16/2016 2:18:00 PM)


    very, very nice rhymes I like it (Report) Reply

    Poppy Miller (1/16/2016 2:41:00 PM)

    Thankyou once again Manonton. (I try)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016



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