Poetic Delirium

Poetic Delirium In this most poetic holy state I now do live. Whereof, my entire self, I most desire to give. Raindrops of new feelings and divine, colorful thoughts. Of these, like a storm, in a constant, pummeling onslaught. Nay, nay..peaceful nights, doth this poetess ever have! Both quill and parchment, be my saving salve! One poem a day, my Muse cannot bear. "Thou lazy, sloth of a poet, I shall pull out roots of your lazy, pitiful hair!" Frightened wench that I am, I proffer, "Alas, no great ideas do I have to offer!" "What sheer nonsense, you lazy, liar you." She's a stern taskmaster, 'this poem a day,'she strongly eschews. Food, that masses normally eat, lies cold on the floor at my feet. I cannot eat, before a new poem, is fed to her first, 'tis her Olympian treat! "Don't you even consider going to sleep!" In protest, tears I cry from sheer exhaustion and yes, I do weep! The sun greets me, with her,in Greek gown standing there. A smile, so wonderfully bright, welcoming me to a day of writing poetry, original, and hopefully touching and rare! "Hide not behind words of beauty fair, an entertainer, you are not! But do thou freely open your life and of your tender, beating, heart!" Let your written melodic, celestial harmonies,   Bring love, hope and kindness to this orb, everywhere!"   With that mystical midnight message,an opalescent chariot whisked her majestically away. Imagining I wore Aphrodite's wise, sweet crown  to begin yet anew, a poetic,soul awakening day!              July 24, 2020 Contest: Strand Completely New (13) Any Form, Any Theme Sponsor: Brian Strand