My Sylvan Muse
In depths of this shaded glen
Where flows perfumed flowers' scent
Lies a place of nature's hues
Therein dwells my sylvan Muse
Neath tall pines, I wait for her
So, my heartstrings, she will stir
O come dear Muse, let's meet again
And I beseech thee, guide my pen
And sing me of thy mysteries
Beneath this sacred grove of trees
Thy mirthful song, please do impart
In embers of this poet's heart
So I can find words to express
The Summer season's sweet caress.
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Excellent poem, great flow and rhyme. I have a suggestion,
In the depths of this shaded glen
Where ever flows the flowers' scent
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In the embers of this poet's heart
maybe a few word changes to get the rhyme,flow and meter
In the depths of shaded glen
Where ever flows the flowers' zen
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In embers of this poet's heart
thanks for sharing
ron
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Thank you for your suggestions!
I appreciate your good suggestions to improve my poem, RRJ! I made one of your suggested changes to a line, as well as changing two other lines. Now I am satisfied with the meter! Thank you for your suggestions. I have found a very tranquil place in the woods to write poetry, and so far, my Muse has not failed me.