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POETRY
Ends / Jams
Speak to me, Muse, from outside the closed door,
your voice sliding under, crossing the jamb.
Cut in line through the traffic that’s boring
a hole in my journey. I’ve raked the land
of dreaming; its fields are dry and fallow
from overuse. My angles stretch obtuse.
Roll away the stone. Lead: I will follow.
I need a jailbreak. Lend me your shoes and
I’ll walk miles in them. There must be a new
route veiled as yet from my vision, in clouds
brewing words and phrases that will unskew
this pile of knots. Humble me, overproud,
needlessly tied up over an ending.
Speak the life that will hasten my mending.
Day 3 of Poemorama is about Ends / Enjambment, and since a sonnet was mentioned in the example, I went with a sonnet. It’s been a while since I wrote one!
Thank you, readers, for spending a moment with my writing.
