A Stirring of Romanticism (Revised Version) ~ Sammy Bissonnette
In anxious peace sits the troubled poet,
Contemplating maladies of thought’s inventions
Toils she with the grandeur of seductive
Nothingness beyond her tired
Fingers’ grasp
Though she idles,
Discontented with the voluminous silence of her mind,
The world beyond the mirrored glass
Rages with poetic violence
Darkling she listens,
Many a time half in love with Nature’s breath
Such melodious furies
As would woo the darkness of the soul
And perturb the fairness of the mind
The invisible influence of greatness
Fills her obliging heart
With silent admiration for the
Inconstant wind,
Trembling the chimes of her Eolian Harp
With an intellectual breeze
Her bursting heart thus satisfied
With the flash of illumination gifted
By the Muse’s sighs
Caught on the fearsome gusts,
The pathetic poet kisses her pen
To the wanton page
If there be fire in her eager ink,
It may endeavour a chance
To ignite the fading coals of the mind
Thus may her voice
Be catalogued in the canon of the wind
In desperate hopes
Of appeasing this hungry art
With kindling to spark the future flames
And awaken the embers to brilliance
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