The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 2178


Volume-3                                                      DECEMBER -2013                                           Number-2


by Clinton Van Inman

If only we could dance this night away
Filled with champagne and candlelight,
In hours held by our own delight,
Only this and this alone would please.
Like Chablis mixed with sweet bouquet
In moments we shall soon not forget
Save all not close to the clarinet,
Where only perfume and tobacco lingers
Our love will rise above all these.
While we shall tango upon the terrace
Moonbeams will fall upon your face,
And I shall say that nothing really matters
Except this time that we have passed
Because we have saved our best for last




by Clinton Van Inman

It is more about tasting fine wines
While sitting and listening to local jazz,
Or introducing well-dressed wives
Who stand with fancy minks while posing
For the whos who in well-to-do magazines,
Or all the experts and critics discussing techniques
To docents, directors, and patrons disclosing
The latest collection of Chinese antiques
Among the proud, the pomp, and the pizzazz,
Or dinner receptions with the latest book signing,
While not forgetting the customary handshake
When cutting the purple ribbon or slice of cake
Or for the call for juried art for arts sake
While painting goes on make no mistake.