Tim Mitchell has been writing poetry since high school. He enjoys exploring them, the many forms, and writing them
Poet’s Quandary Arrives
Dancing like fairies upon forest floor arrive a mushroom,
A stool of rest as giggles echo beneath beacon high above,
Shadows meld darkness unfolds truth told tonight’s quest,
Lines of poet no rules thoughts flutter here and leave there.
Knock, knock convention says must be this or that or is false,
Riddle me this riddle me that, now a rhyme must be told,
Tax collector counts pennies must be the same not a waltz,
Lines one more syllable than thirteen or bad luck, be bold.
Softly from afar Athena’s whisper beckons asking, “Remember me?”
Kneeling before presence bowed head listened her wisdom’s counsel,
Near stood Erato singing of Love’s praise of heart lest of soul forgotten,
Aphrodite afar smiles her eyes twinkle casting a spell once again upon me.
Alas, again, arrives laws written not of goddess, man,
Stumbling seeking cadence an epic journey wandering,
Quest arrives upon night's journey less love, rules say I must,
Marching army guards, dancing muses offer pondering.
Alas, my soul wanders darkened forests, sails perilous sea as my heart leads,
Following bunny rabbits teach hop-skip and jump no rhyme of reason now,
Gaylene’s love gives safe travel across the sea as Aura’s breeze fills sails full,
Truly my muse’s smile shares mystical and magical no need of battle with logos.
Arrive Khaos . . . betwixt heaven’s inspiration and the neither world’s curse,
Oh way up in the sky, the little bird flies, good-morning, good- morning, the little bird says,
Gift of gods or God, Love’s blessing a muse whispering inspiration softly upon poet’s soul,
No matter of cadence’s rules or of dancing with fairies one’s muse leads poet’s heart to pen.
© 2016 Tim Mitchell