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.
Smoke words every day. 
8 responses to “[575] Did You Find This Poem?”
Maybe I will. But I think you are the more awake of the two of us. So beautiful. As everything you write. Thanks dearly for letting me read this. xo
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Aww thank you for your heartfelt comment
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🙇🏻♀️
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These lines stood out for me, Rahul:
‘The empty page does not demand,
it simply grieves
The muse, that thrifty liar, has gone
to visit someone more in haste’.
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Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment 🙂
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You’re welcome, Rahul.
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“The muse, that thrifty liar, has gone to visit someone more in haste..” Amazing writing!!
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Thank you so much!
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