Calliope's Wake

It is National Poetry Month here in the US, celebrated locally with the wondrous O, Miami festival. In honor* of this I’ve prepared a poem of my own. (*Seriously, the honor is intended, even if the effort doesn’t do much honor to the cause.)

Calliope's Wake
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We begin as
       poets

  fearless supplicants to
      the muse
  baring our souls to all
  (mockers be damned)

       through the spring of our

           endless

       youth.

In summer the World says

     Enough.

     Be serious.

We resist:

     Indignation!
     Protestation!
     Denunciation!

  soon

         Capitulation.

Rapids of language

     dammed

     we learn to fear
     Calliope's fiery embrace.

Shamed by our surrender

     we shun art

     too busy

        (dying)

     to revel

        (living)

     becoming

             dismissive
             mocking.

Yet still

          Calliope

                     sings.

2 thoughts on “Calliope's Wake”

  1. I love this; you should post it on Tumblr. I’m currently designing a tattoo for the muse of tragedy in theatre, Melopomene.

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