Pleading Of A Dead Poet Poem by Lynn W. Petty

Oh, Muse, release the locks that dam the flow
Of verse and song from my distended heart.
Find passion for my soul that I have lost poetic speech.
Let flow the streams of ardency to seek their source
Within the infinite, harmonious, consistency of words.
Embrace me, Muse,
Allow the fountains of my mind
To fill the empty pools of solitude
With thoughts and sounds of dreamy visions
Worthily expressed.
Awaken to my reverence,
Breathe forth that harmony to which my soul was filled.
I stand in this anhydrous waste, in dread
My ever-present being shall be made invisible to life.

And she replied:

'Be silent fool, and listen
For the still soft whispers of your inner Self.
Harken to the Counsel of your bosom,
Through which Creation passes.
Then you write.'