Sing Goddess Sing.
How classical epics began – a quick evocation to the muse; and I thought it quite apt, given my present state of mind.
Sing Goddess
When old new beginnings
lay ruined about my feet,
I find myself forgetting,
and in forgetting I find,
drifting leaves of memory –
whispering through my mind.
Then it is I seek the place
where she patiently waits,
still waiting in my dreams,
from out of the dark stream.
Now every day is rubbing me away,
as the years are multiplying behind me;
and for every squandered hour,
the inspiration now turns sour,
as the muse declines to stay;
and the rhyme slowly slips away,
falling – over the falls, to the
silent pool of the minds decay.
And if this skin is all that I’m in,
then why should I put more in the sack?
What if I’m just a broken jug – a crack
In its side – from which no voice elides?
Or maybe I’m just a rusty old tin;
a place to hide unfinished verses in.
But poets do, as poets always must,
until time shall confine us all to dust,
and our dreams lay unrevealed
until we are all long forgotten.
So, sing Goddess – sing, and I shall
try to catch the rhyme on the wind,
to shrill this old skin; and I’ll be bolder
to dig yet another hole in water.
© D G Moody 2021
Re-edited 25.06.2021
With verse like this no danger you will be forgotten, Sir! I loved what I think are clever rhymes in this, and I found the read to be compulsive – if you get my drift. Love the last line too.
Allen
Thanks Allen; another old scribble I found in my folder; which I worked over again while imbibing my evening dram. But won’t ‘we’ all be forgotten, apart from a few immortals? And again, why do we become engrossed in the lives of artists: e.g. Emily Dickinson, who only lives on in her work? Shut up Dodge!
Blessings…Dougie
I always love rhyming poems! The “broken jug” and the “rusty old tin” are great images to convey the human existence. The last line thought provoking….
Thank you Yutka; as I mentioned above, an old orphan of mine; and with any kind of rhyme I can’t seem to escape anyway.
Blessings…Dougie.