Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 6, 2019

“A Poet’s Wish”~by Michael Graves


 

 

“A Poet’s Wish”

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A life in service of the Muse; spent
planting dust from imaginary stars
in fecund, conceptual earth, from 
which grows poetry like the
twisting vines of clustered, climbing roses.

For that, it seems
is pretty much how it’s done.

A life in which passion’s burning
blood is the most tepid
to which one aspires.
And from that blood fall drops
of glowing fire, along the winding road.

Spots of light, to guide a traveler
too long locked in search.
Spots of light for me to follow on that
darkest night and find
my own way home.

A life which ends
in sunset spilt like shining blood
on western skies.
A night which with her cool
sparkling blessing
bids both farewell to one
and joyous welcome
to another day.

–Graves 4/16/16


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