Poet's Last Stand

Water_witch-2by Abigael21 Oct 2013

I wallow in it, learn to take it slow,
and luxuriate; savour the sensual

words smooth on the tongue, relax ,
sip it like fine old brandy. It's music

takes hours to compose; garnered from
any place, any time, it claims a lifetime

to prepare. I live with a ruthless muse
revisit a poem again, hone to uncover

the beauty of bones. Mother of Arts
I thought it easy to pen verse until ...

I discovered my muse will have my guts
in a last stand against - the instant.