14 October 2017

When I Have a Muse

By Bud Koenemund

For C.

When I have a muse, words fit perfectly;
Finding their places as if by magic,
While airy voices whisper secretly:
Poetry and prose midst verse emphatic.
I labor nonetheless, forging sonnets –
Shaping songs with odd old ends of language;
Bleeding ink on paper. This gift, honest
As it is, oft’ dooms my soul to languish;
Drifting through passionate desperation.
But, by your grace, confidence awakens:
Imagination invents expression,
And desire restores a faith shaken.
   Though form arouses creativity,
   ‘Tis thy genius which sparks my artistry.

02 October 2017

In Darkness You Will Discover Stars

By Bud Koenemund

For C.

The night of death falls hard upon the heart;
A sackcloth veil shrouding everything held
Dear; breeding grief while spirit breaks apart,
And sadness engulfs those places love dwells.
Lady, I bear similar injuries:
Numbed by depression time may never heal;
Self-doubt that taints both joy and misery;
Abandoned to sorrow without appeal.
But, through pain, loss can empower your soul.
The maelstrom which brings about destruction –
Surging memories whirling uncontrolled –
Could ignite a fire of creation.
   Breathe deep, and do not fear to show your scars;
   For in darkness you will discover stars.