Do you realize you rhymed “much” and “touch”
in your brief free-verse Facebook note? Perhaps
you’ve been reading too many sonnets! Such
art is no coincidence. Poets’ traps
lie hidden deep in natural meter,
spring on unsuspecting souls within books
and blogs, mostly when a muse turns reader.
When Erato plays her kithara, looks
lovers in the eye, they realize how
her image first charmed sight in Orphic hymns,
her myrtle-and-roses wreath even now
hypnotizing night, leading us past dens
of fear to vast passionate light, where we see
Psyche meld moments of life and memory.
Roger Armbrust
January 16,
2013
