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0184 Poetry's Triumph
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0184 Poetry's Triumph

When that strange stirring to a poem comes -
half-heard, half-formed, some seed deep in the mind -
the heart lights up, so eager to explore
the unknown path that listening may find:

obedience, awe, devotion, humbleness
all rise to meet the offering of the word,
and gently, like new father with his child,
tend precious stranger granted to their care.

Then silence turns to music in the mind
and all too solid words form, black and white;
behind the magic of the manifest
remains - less noonday, than unbroken night...

The poet's failure? No, his Muse's power -
if readers hear that seed which spoke the flower.

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Comments (3)

Really liked your poem Michael! Your choice of words are magical. Lovely!
I definitely thought it was 'up to it', Michael, but I'm sure you know which opinions to jettison and which to take to heart. Some people think their own opinions are much too important. Very well said, my friend. Please keep up the great writing.
I really didn'; t think this was up to it. Sorry. H