Who Knows for Pema Dorje

poem in rhyming quatrains

 

 

 

Who Knows

 

I wonder where muses reside.

Externally or deep inside

some remote corner of the brain.

A quiet spot where they can gain

 

full access to your memories.

Which they manipulate with ease,

inserting things you could not know.

About events too long ago

 

for you to possibly recall.

The screaming of a minie ball

as butternut fought with blue grey.

 As if you heard it yesterday. 

 

Is my muse an entity

who has her own identity.

 Or just another part of me

which can act independently.

 

Forgive me if I seem confused

 sometimes I think I’m being used

 Who really writes my poetry

 is it my muse or is it me.

 

4-Jul-08

 

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Reviews

[Ray Hamilton]

I think all good poetry like this, comes from somewhere deep inside
Some from the heart, the soul and even the funny bone
Good job to your entity LOL
I enjoyed this as always
Thanks Ray { Not a Poet }