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 --------------- 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.