Message to My Muse
(A Conachlonn Poem)
Touch gently now the spirit of my soul,
Whole worlds to be released in reverie,
Free thoughts taking on the grand story's role,
Goal to unleash poetic energy.
Energy lives within a mystic pool,
Cool me today with that healing water,
Broader brook than the reach of British rule.
Cruel Muse, you're such a demanding daughter.
Bother me still each day until I die
Try to teach poetic truths just as much
Such as may forever can apply
Deny me not the wizard's magic touch.
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Author Notes
Nature frequently stimulates my Muse. Its beauty surely does touch my soul.
The poem is a Conachlonn.
Conachlonn: An Irish form of chain verse. There can be any number of syllables per line. The first word of each line must rhyme with the final word of the preceding line. The first and last words of the poem should rhyme or be the same.
I used a syllable count of 10, and a rhyme scheme of abab.
Had a bit of trouble rhyming water, and resorted to near rhyme broader and bother.
This photograph is from my collection. I took it in fall 2011. The colors I hope convey the message I was trying to get across - beautiful bounty in Nature.
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