Flashes of insight, veiled back into the night⁣
Sleep reaches for me⁣
before the muse hands me words,⁣
and I watch the day’s magic evaporate⁣
from words back into the source⁣
⁣
Will they come in my dream?⁣
Only if I can remember⁣
Will they come in the morning?⁣
Only if I can assemble⁣
Will they come at all?⁣
Only if I stop looking⁣
⁣
The empty page does not demand, ⁣
it simply grieves⁣
The muse, that thrifty liar, has gone ⁣
to visit someone more in haste ⁣
I try to remember, and I try to assemble⁣
But I cannot stop looking ⁣
Maybe you can find it if you’re more awake⁣

NaPoWriMo Day 10 prompt – And now, our (optional) daily prompt. In his poem, “Goodbye,” Geoffrey Brock describes grief in three short stanzas, the second of which is entirely made up of a rhetorical dialogue. Today, write your own meditation on grief. Try using Brock’s form as the “container” for your poem: a few short stanzas, with a middle section in which a question is repeated with different answers given.