Random Poetry

A quick musing for this week's poem..
I offer the following, two brief pieces, the first prompted by the need
to create a 'beautiful' limmerick, and the other a random creation
during a literature class, where I felt compelled to put a response into rhyme.


There once was a lady, silvery bright
Waxing through the day into night
And the moment did shine
As I knew she was mine
The one of ethereal light.


The yearning heart quickens
With that creative fire,
That creative life.
And in so doing limns desire
Refined; makes it bright and true
A pleasure and proper muse's due.