Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

National Poetry Day


I don't know muses when I see them first -
peck cheeks in passing maybe, sometimes smile
at dazzling eyes, lush hair or witty bile
against shared enemies. There is a thirst

for more of them that grows, sometimes takes years.
I do not know them yet, yet elegance
of thought attaches to them when by chance
I think of them again. Their face appears

in dreams and I awake with half a line
that grows and changes. Words fresh on my lips
I did not put there. These relationships
bring genius to me that is not mine

Nor theirs. Lust that alchemically sublimes
to love perhaps, or friendship – always rhymes.
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