Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Poe It, Nevermore


 

 

 

 

Poe It, Nevermore


I sit and write,
Till late at night,
To quell persistent fears,
I’ll not be there,
To fully share,
The thoughts between my ears.

I know full well,
It’s hard to tell
The source, but even worse;
Try to explain,
Why my old brain,
Erupts in rhyming verse.

I can’t restrain,
The speeding train,
Of a relentless mind.
I can but ask,
It do its task,
And finally unwind.

Because I sit,
And write, to wit,
Complete my nightly chore;
Poe might have said,
When off to bed:
“For tonight — Nevermore.”

Mick McKellar
June 2014

I know it’s late, I just can’t help myself — I have to get it out of my head, or lose it.

Mick

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