In Words I Find I'm Free

#190

In Words I Find I'm Free
#190


The darkness doth retreat at break of day
Another year the hour gained is lost.
Yet pen in hand, with sixty I'll convey
The thoughts that coalesce for such a cost.


Three hundred nineteen days since first I wrote
With purpose for a goal then unforeseen.
I still know not what all this may denote,
Yet write I must, for it keeps me serene.


There comes a day I know that I'll not write,
Abandoned by my muse the words will cease.
Or better yet, she'll stay within my sight
Until that day my soul receives release.


This journey with my pen's brought joy to me,
In dankest dungeon ever am I free.

Frank Garnick

© Copyright The Archer's March
06 November 2022

Photo by Mario De Pian Photography

It’s been a long time. I’ve not written anything of substance since the beginning of January. I’ll post this in the hopes that my muse will return. Whether she does or not, I hope to at least start posting with my old regularity, both my sonnets and on musical topics. My life changes over the past year have disrupted my organizational abilities, which truth be told, ain’t so great.

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Have a wonderful day.