O’ Sweet Muse,
Sweet soul whisperer,
Whisper your sweet words to me;
I promise that today I’ll listen soulfully sweet.
“Pierian winds blow over me,
Blow through me your delightful inspiration,
So much irresistibly sweeter than the powderiest olykoek,
Visit my soul for a while, please stay,” I pray.
To make sweet songs
That make all the daily crap feel tickety-boo–
My British ancestry making words like that okay,
More than fun and okay with me.
O’ sweet muse,
Pardon me as I escape beneath my urbanized baptismal font,
Escaping the vapours of this June humidity felt through body and soul,
Finding sweet relief in this downtown Y’s natatorium.
Sinking to the bottom of the deep end,
Exhaling all the hot air still trapped inside my lungs,
Finding breathless solace beneath the water’s weight,
Washing away the anxiety and guilt of not being.
Guilty of not being something more than a mugwump,
A mugwump wandering on the Island of Indecision
Allowing life to pass while waiting for some spiritual sweet,
Some sort of doughty awakening of blissfulness of flow of work.
Of labour, love of labour,
“Love’s Labour’s Lost” as the great Poet once wrote,
A metanoia bringing sweet soulfulness
To living each day one poetic moment at a time.
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, 06/05/2016
This is another poem in a series of poems I’ve been writing that incorporate 7 consecutive http://www.dictionary.com words of the day. See if you can find them! Thank you for reading! 🙂