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Villanelle: Those whom the Muses love die Martyrs' deaths at lone stockade

Villanelle : Those whom the Muses love die Martyrs' deaths at lone Stockade

Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade
Not yearning for success excuses each seek to elude
Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade

Yet legions make it to the top in their time and period
They pass their lives in adoration midst the multitude
Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade

Yet rare the martyr who in his lifetime has it made
Most die in misery and bear their lives in rectitude
Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade

Can Art be some pursuit that brings joy to any renegade
Rather the squeezed out sweat which makes much of Life's attitude
Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade

At every turn of the spit their lives roast marinade
The ephemeral breed contrive to block them through feud
Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade

Perennial works all prove to us Life's lasting brocade
Shines brighter down the ages as craftsmen toil in solitude
Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade
Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade

© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 26, 2018 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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