Finding My Muse

NaPoMo 2015

NaPoMo 2015


Our whoops and cries echo from our playground
And like the children senses are unbound
By lover’s design or sweet accident
Your hand in mine forms the beat of my heart
The same pulse that burns when you are absent
For in that kiss, that first and sweetest kiss
The want of our desire began to fuse
To fill the vastness, an empty abyss
And a poet found his beautiful muse
For you inspire my words with love’s torment
As I utter my heart in simple sound
To state my love within poetic art
My voice that once could only sing the blues
Now calls my senses to our sensual bliss

©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Ivorian Sonnet 26

Notes: NaPoMo 2015 Registered & Protected  3K66-YTVW-ZEBB-OLSG


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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