My mind writes
with an antique pen.
The poets long gone
are the muses
that whisper to me.
Dear Poe turned
the light on
with his dark verses.
He captured me
with his words
to birth my desire
to write.
Miss Browning asked,
“How do I love thee?”
As she counted the ways
my heart dreamed
the stanzas of my own
love poem.
Emily Bronte wrote
of tears that only ceased
when others were looking.
This gave me the courage
to speak my own tears.
Inspiration comes to me
from poets long gone.
They are my teachers
speaking their lessons
through their verses.
I pray I am a student
worthy to continue
with my pen.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Comments
full of gratitude to poets
Rohit
floating-expressions
Namaste
cool line.
inspiring words.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/04/then-snared/
Nice Susie.
:)