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Poetryís Mistress
 
I never let words have their rapturous way.
No person who knows me would ever dare say
I ride rhythmic tides in a lexical sea Ė  
Iím hexed by a Muse whoís ensorcelling me.  
Thatís whacky and tacky and drastically wrong Ė  
Iím blind to the beauty of sonnet and song.
No soul will cajole me to blithely believe
Iím poetryís mistress with magic to weave.
 
Iím poetryís mistress with magic to weave.
No soul will cajole me to blithely believe
Iím blind to the beauty of sonnet and song Ė  
Thatís whacky and tacky and drastically wrong.
Iím hexed by a Muse whoís ensorcelling me.
I ride rhythmic tides in a lexical sea.
No person who knows me would ever dare say
I never let words have their rapturous way. 

Susan Jarvis Bryant

 

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Susan Jarvis Bryant would be pleased to hear them.

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