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Golden Muse

by Melissa Arel



Weep not, golden muse
Your sonnet eyes know love’s written verse
Where bliss steals kisses and death sees life
In a poet’s rhyme.
I would touch lips with poetry’s bard
If such writing was mine to love
But that angel silhouette we drank
Was empty of its sculptured passion.
Oh, how your canvas turns at every sigh
And I am bound by its masterpiece.


01/22/2005

Author's Note:

Posted on 01/25/2005
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/26/05 at 03:30 PM

I love that...how the canvas turns at every sigh...very nice

Posted by Tim D Livingston on 01/26/05 at 06:58 PM

sweet, i like that a lot. it has a certain "magnetism" about it. :)

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/07/05 at 07:13 PM

interesting use of magnets..and attractive!

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