Thursday, June 21, 2012


By Grace M. Brodhurst-Davis

To him, it seemed he had to stumble from
The shy observatory he stood upon
To seek that secret soul's pleasure
To be everyone's idolized treasure

He opted for the liquid measure
Tasted highest bliss in his endeavor
Down murky halls he slithered anew
After drinking the witch's bold brew

Atop the smoky, jumbled heap he drew
Crowds of kindred spirits to woo
'Mongst age-old musical souls he crooned
The musky notes of a jazzy blues tune

Written for T.S. Poetry/Every Day Poems/Tweetspeak Poetry - June Jazz - Found Poem based on "O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell", by John Keats
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