Tuesday, February 24, 2015

First-Draft Invocation

Whatever guides the typing, be it Muse,
Or mute subconscious prompter with a sign,
Guide me, now. I swear by every bruise,
By every bump I gained from every pine
That I bashed into head-first in the blues
And greens of hazy dreaming at your news
Of hidden pathways, vague and serpentine,
That I will heed your whispers and your clues,
And (fingers crossed) avoid the asinine.

(And yes, that rhymed couplet in the middle is a deliberate first-draft "mistake." Bumps and bruises!)

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