This poem is yet another playful tribute to the muse tossing down poems for the taking. This poem adopts some imagery from Jack and the Beanstalk, albeit a less scary take.
A Musing Clime
Do you believe
In magical beings
Ahead in the clouds
The Muse
Reigning on “Hi”
Stalking that chasm
Of the soles journey
From foundations of stowin’
To that heavenly throwin’
Of untold poems
Topping awe creation
Beyond no’ing
Or fearing knot
And if still seams
Quiet passable
A summit of words taken
As unpublished words privy
Don’t no
Jack
