POET IN RETREAT

Sometime things go from bad to worse
As I venture thoughts to written verse
The words so lovely in my mind
Don’t translate well in scribbled line

The scenes I paint with careful words
Drop into chaos like fallen birds
Muddled syntax, meaning smeared
By clashing symbols, as I feared

I sought for meter and rhythmic beat
and displayed the grace of clumsy feet
I know my meaning should be clear
Should bring emotion, action, tears,
But the tears are mine as I mutter here.

Perhaps prose is more my beat
THERE, the bugle blows retreat.

Gus Daum
6-8-2018

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About degus221

A Kansan who has migrated to Oregon.
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3 Responses to POET IN RETREAT

  1. MaryJo says:

    Ah yes, Gus, a beautiful description of a day at the keyboard. I’m happy to hear from you with these words!

    Like

  2. I always enjoy your poetry, Gus. You are a gifted bard.

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