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;
She said:
'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.'
Poems are so sacred and so has a sanctity which has to be sustained by giving it sincere trust
What a beautiful poem with a great message. So true. Very inspiring. To my Poem List.
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! -----True passion and empathy , rather than false rhyme make a writing great.You are rightfully guarding your muse with passion.
A beautiful poem, full of style and elegance. Captain Cur, your poems are so fascinating....Top stars
So this is the Third Edition, revised and well, This is truly a very cozy read. Cheers for you, Captain!
In what I have encountered so far, your works ring of greatness and passion. Indeed you have a true flair for words!
Although you are writng in a rather old-fashioned way(if there is such a thing concerning poetry) , your poems remain so fresh and new! I am a fan!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is good poetry Captain. A conversation with your poetry. I guess that's what poetry is. The readers are jesters and intruders....welcome though they are.