My Tongue is Blunt with such Beauty
I wrote this when I was looking out at a beautiful lake. I just couldn't write anything because it was just so pretty. However, my lack of inspiration became my inspiration.
Oh how my tongue dies blunt,
My pen, frozen,
My brain, weak and barren.
For a picture perfect canvas lies in front of me, but yet
my mind bares no fruit to praise such an godlike masterpiece.
My wondering words would not satisfy my eye's vision for such perfection,
for my lack of such diction beholds my inspiration.
I am slain with such emptiness but resurrected by this living art.
Oh, how I desire to reverse time,
to season my youthful brain,
to allow the ancient Muses, the charmers of Mt. Olympus,
to sharpen my tongue that willed such words.
But atlas, beauty has blessed me with a perfect painting,
that my words
could not please it's rich pulses of splendour.
About the Creator
Stephanie Contarino
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Inspired by ancient greek poetry and poets, along with John Keats and Robert Frost.
Love writing about the beauty of nature, religion, Greek Gods and mythology.
My Neopoet account: Stephanie Contarino
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