Rhyme and reason

When waking life is webbed with dream,
and what is real don’t matter,
and conversations only seem
unnecessary chatter,

a poet’s heart’s engendering
a majesty of wonders
and thinks upon its rendering
in brightnesses and thunders.

Its rhythm, rhyme, and metering
are things that are concerning,
but when its meaning’s teetering-
that’s when we think of burning.

So take an oath, a poet’s toast
to write your best of pages-
like lost Lenore and Raven’s ghost,
your story for the ages.

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