O ye gods of poetry,
Shine your literary light
Upon this cursed scribe.
I pray you remove me
From your naughty list
of the trite and clichéd.
I have been plagued
By non-rhythmic meter,
Inspiration that refuses
To be summoned
By any clever tactic,
Words mired deep
In the morass of imagination.
I ask your alliterative assistance
For this lowly bard,
That I may always have
The poetic license and freedom
To reach the zenith
Of my ink-stained dreams.
9 comments:
You and me both.
Great use of three words. Please read my attempt.
Wow; awesome take on the prompt. The last line really got me: there is something beautiful about the notion of ink-stained dreams.
grant that we all do. Great use of the words.
nicely done with the prompt
I LOVE this, Mary! Will you send some of that my way?
Hope you plea is heard.
From this work they clearly have not passed you by.
It sounds to me like you have it under control. The gods are listening.
The gods give everyone different ways of expressing themselves in poetry. I like YOUR way. The gods have answered you even if you don't realize it. LOL.
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