Life's Rebukes and the Muses's Escape

I sit with pen in hand this downcast morn;
and search my Muse for more ecstatic songs;
songs of good cheer, of memories heartworn,
to banish the ghosts of inflicted wrongs;
before, no song softened the harsh onslaughts
of life; so abject, I was comfortless
whilst none saved me but for God on my thoughts,
from an existence that was powerless.
So, wherefore was I life's young lightning rod,
a child, and chaste youth, whose fresh innocence
the world sought to rapeódispossess? (So awed
was I, that one can inspire such violence.)
For so few the Muses provide escape,
where in Parnassus poets may take shape.




Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-02-14 at 21:19

Tags God  Muse  Parnassus 

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I so enjoy the classic form of your poems, that reveal the meaning; and I liked the evocation of the muse.

Thanks Ngoc
2022-02-15