Trust In What You Write
My muse demands study in all her ways to know
Risk the flames that bellow and cause the mind to glow
Then with heart afire and lettered in this pain
Truth and love's poetic voice surely will obtain.
Should I fail and fall in the blackest pits of woe
I read loud greater works to hear how sweet they flow,
How my muse harangued me though greatly entertained;
'False rhymes that end the lines can never be sustained.
Rent! All the books asunder! Hearken to the call!
Save the princess from the wolves! Scale the castle wall!
Passion thrills the moment, compassion turns to grief,
Dig down till it hurts, till your own words make you weep! '
When I turned to face her, her eyes were shining bright,
Oft repeating what I learned, 'Trust In What You Write.'
Monday, March 22, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: writing,poetry,trust,muse
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written to my muse, Pirate Girl. Previously published under the title, Save The Princess From The Wolves, Harken To The Call.