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Lori Jones McCaffery
Poems
Oct 2017
FICKLE MUSE
Begging the muse to smile on me
I pray into a broken mirror
That reflects the things
I never want to have to see.
Hoping for enlightenment
I kneel before an altar
Made of wood pulp and bleach
Where nothing is substantial.
Crying for a mentor-guide
To open doors I cannot reach
The echo of my wrenching pleas
Only serves to deafen me.
Choking with the need to hold,
If only for a blissful moment,
The chimera of a rhyming prose
That warms so many hearts but mine.
The mirror will not lie for me.
That altar is for someone else.
The turmoil merely lashes me
As I spin around in hapless circles
Grasping for a tiny touch
Of wonder hidden in the ink.
Though it isn’t asking much
I cannot find the magic link.
It’s not for me the poet’s pen,
The vision that can shape a world.
There is a lacking deep within
Requires my banner stay unfurled.
Herky jerky hum drum dumb
The cadence of a new defeat
Tells me that the time has come
To urge my lines into retreat.
ljm
Maybe someday I'll learn to rhyme without it sounding sing song.
Written by
Lori Jones McCaffery
F/Laughlin, Nevada
(F/Laughlin, Nevada)
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