Can a word become a portrait ? Can a verse become a friend ?
Are poems really carriages,in which words can transcend ?
Lines are made from memories, maybe beauty, maybe pain,
Living deep inside our Muses, till we call on them again.
In words our mind paints pictures, we show them to the world,
On canvasses of metre, our dream eye is unfurled.
Parnassus child, sweet Muse of hope, I thank you for your time,
Eternal, hallowed mentor, caress me with your rhyme..
A contest entry
- A Contest for your Muse!!! -- by Florida Sunshine.
450 points, ended September 17, 2008, 34 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like how Calliope has become your hallowed mentor. Really cool stuff! Congrats on the gold!
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WOW ~ this has the 'classic' poetry feel to it. I loved how you penned this. Start to finish this is a fine piece of poetry.
Contest Requirement: Name & write about your muse. Keep the line limit within 30. This entry is accepted as meeting the requirements.
Thanks for the entry, it was my pleasure to read and review your work.
Best of luck to you,
Florida Sunshine
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