Best Knuckle Down Poems
Knuckle Down(Summon the Muse)
Calliope drops sensuous
sounds from her fingertips.
My outstretched arms catch
and hold them to my bosom,
wherein they suffer death.
Clio presents her backside.
My impassioned pleas fall
on deaf ears. All the old
stories stay locked inside
aged trunks in the attic.
Where are the words,
recounting broken vows?
Erato is sleeping. Wake...
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Categories:
knuckle down, muse, write,
Form:
Free verse