Find Your Muse
by Bruce Alford
Heavenly Muse upon the secret top of…Eff that!
Muse of Sacred Poetry (Sometimes geometry), (go
figure) the obsequious poet’s go-to girl; diademcurled Polyhymnia, the one of many hymns arrives
broken inside the poet’s dream.
I mean you’re dead: Potomac cold
A roman in rapturous dance, yet you are stone and
so often seriously depicted pensive holding a finger
to your lips.
Christ of God! I muse. I meditate on life. I write. I lie
across the bed and talk to my sleeve.
I’m not soliciting any old time goddesses today
We poets don’t believe.
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