Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Apr 21, 2013
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
a portrait
that night when words were whispering
and the room was quiet and stark
the thought in fearless beguile
mounted the empty page
like muses from the ages
it clasped the trembling hand
and in a fondled embrace
penned the painted picture down
courage sprung from syllables
from impressions old as time
and in that blessed time span
many a poem was conceived
i enthuse - my existence
resembles not an illusion
nor a sheer waste of ink
but rather a portrait
or a spirited work of art
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ian.T
12 years 3 months ago
Nokros
Muses play at your request and meander across pages of white, leaving something very much like the thing you have been thinking of.
Let them play till their trail fades, and words stop flowing, then take a great stick of reorganisation to the sheet, and paint true the outline the trail of the muses, that you have made clear, Yours Ian.T
PS:- loved the write..
nokros
12 years 3 months ago
thnx
Ian
loved
12 years 3 months ago
this is a nicer one
I thought