With apology to Robert Frost for the net simile. The image of Calliope is courtesy of Wikimedia Commons


Musing

As art and the heart can
become entwinned in rhyme,
please excuse me from clever poetry
that admires itself in its complexity;
and maybe it’s too clever for me,
when I read the words cascading
like dead leaves from a barren tree.

And it’s not letter by letter
that I might write anything better,
just that I’d rather write worse in verse;
and while I don’t disdain the random line,
I find the ordered line allows for me
the rhymes and rhythms that pour out
from the muse into my receptive mind.

And without the net to bat words across
thoughts soon drop loosely and then are lost.
So, may I fashion words as a carpenter
fashions wood by then following the grain
that translates into a train of thought;
and while rose petals soon must fall away
the roots may fertilise another day.

D G Moody 2026




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Written on 2026-01-02 at 17:34

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