Thursday, August 22, 2013

Revisions after a Published Work



Tonight I’ll pray to dream of you
so we may ponder a verb or two
in eleemosynary silence and still 
cursing final edits in the Bill
Then noticing after some reflection 
lines that needed editorial protection
with abandoned  schemes of rhetoric and rhyme 
awkward metaphors that weren't given the time
fragments everywhere grammar damned disgraced
Your words. Mine. They all were laced.
Despite the dream, heaven's hosts may be bold
our drinks will be plentiful; black and cold 
When the reading's over Act II will have yet begin
That work is still ink and quill the author has to pen.