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by Maria Massarella



traversed the moraine of words

hiked the adamantine thoughts

my muse sweeps the aiguilles of the tethered mind

peruses above and beyond clouds of doubt

to where inspiration lies prey

spiraled in whispers golden

musics light a note

fragrant as the blossoming rose

glorious as the rising sun







*m.a

01/29/2010

Posted on 01/30/2010
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/30/10 at 03:46 AM

See? You just amaze me, my little italian star.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/28/10 at 08:55 PM

You live in poetic rarified air The Muse never catches you unaware Thus exquisite poetry is your abundant fare

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