“Found and Lost, Lost and Found”

 

A lyrical chimera,

resides upon a hill.

Try to get my verse on,

but she won’t stay still.

 

Evasive and pervasive,

this startling murmuration.

Eight muses felled at once,

the ninth became complacent.

 

Slippery, past recall.

She slowly dissipates.

The biggest pen-tease of all,

has me in figure eights.

 

Once I concede my role,

a synergy is found.

Swallowed pride, a heavy toll.

What once was lost, now found.