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Remused
I was dull and nonetheless dumb,
And with the procreative simply numb.
But not to merse over retarded thought,
I simply slept and rested caught,
In a nullifying and tiny "void,"
That caused "eternity" to wait,
For I was distant from my "mate,"
(It is in poetry those words annoy).
In my laying and letting go,
My heart became turgid with remorse,
For my prayers above and below,
Were held in stead by my own choice.
And by the light of wait and hope,
Saw messages dance in word and note.
Hurrah, hurrah, were my first thoughts,
That symbolically were chalked,
Like a teacher's profession upon a board,
The muses had returned to my small world,
Sometimes like an oncoming train,
The lamp bright does soon arrive,
That invigorates the soul to be alive,
Yet divert the line to save the brain.
And now in comfort she does rest,
As I say thank-you to all who said,
In the slightest remark that was kept,
With quilted cover on your chest.
So 'tis now a slumber in cooler parts,
Quenched now my heart which before 'parched.
Your rhyming scheme, whether you be aware of it not, flows beautifully here. The beginning lines are highly intriguing, although a little harsh… wouldn’t you say? I couldn’t remember which was your new creation, so I let myself read all the titles that seemed in the least bit unfamiliar. So far, I am more than impressed. This read like a stream of conscience piece (correct me if I’m wrong, please) but that proved to be the beauty of it to me. Nicely captured emotions.