I Want . . .
Erato and Euterpe to mesmerize me.
I want them to lay me down to my sleep
and wake up by their side,
having dreamt of enchanting
poetic lines of my own creation.
I want every breath of mine
on the scent of Calliope,
inhaling and exhaling these Muses.
I want to be fed poetry.
I want all my pitchers, cups and glasses
to daily and nightly absorb poetry.
Calliope, Erato, Euterpe,
come to me please and stay
eternally with me.
Throughout it all,
mesmerize me!
*This ekphrastic poem, “I Want . . .”, will appear in the September 2021 issue of The Year of the Poet published by Inner Child Press, AKA Inner Child Press International.
hülyaswritings 
Love this . . . as i said, the opening line invoked memories of a prayer from my childhood. Love how you personalized the poem and spoke in 1st person throughout.
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Thank you, my dearest Bill. You know how much I look up to you when it comes to creating poetry (among numerous other qualities of yours). So, when you comment on my poems, I am taken to a safe zone that is uniquely mine.
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WOW . . . if i did not love you so much, i would have to love you more . . . and you are still yet awesome and getting better .
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You know what to say . . . (thank you + ha ha ha)
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