Muse

I’m channeling a poet that I knew
When I was just a student learning how
To write and make verses rhyme. And a few
Of the lines I’ve written in this form now
Force the discipline needed to express
All the emotions built up in the years
Before I found the courage to address
The tight knot that lived inside. My heart hears
Now the words that spill from these old fingers,
And they ease the pain a bit. These sonnets
Driven by hard choice, like dust that lingers
Bright in the wake of a streaking comet,
Illuminate the sky long after, while
In the moment, the poems make me smile.

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