Just a little something I've been kicking around.
And by kicking around I wrote it in fifteen minutes.
Epiphany, oh where are you?
Sweet Muse, where can I find you?
Trapped between mundane and fantasy,
Speak but quietly, Polyhmnia,
I have forgotten what Zen you impart.
Where have your sisters gone, sweet muse?
Is Euterpe in the garden playing her flute?
Oh what inspiration you bring, gentle muse.
Let the music flow in and through me,
The warm glow of epiphany rolls in waves.
Terpischore! Oh, what surprise!
Not Euterpe but you, whirling here in the garden.
But what of your daughters, I see naught of them here?
Whisked away by Poseidon, oh what cruelty!
Maybe Melpomene can help this poor vessel set pen to pad,
Stories of tragedy begin to unfold.
Polyhmnia, why do you not smile unto me?
Your faced graced that of Hemmingway,
Kerouac, Whitman,
Oh, cruel Muse, won’t you smile for me?
Utter crap? Thoughts? Suggestions? Am I an idiot? >_> whatever it is, just say it.
I drank enough NyQuil to kill a horse and I'm still awake. What's wrong with me?
Epiphany, oh where are you?
Sweet Muse, where can I find you?
Trapped between mundane and fantasy,
Speak but quietly, Polyhmnia,
I have forgotten what Zen you impart.
Where have your sisters gone, sweet muse?
Is Euterpe in the garden playing her flute?
Oh what inspiration you bring, gentle muse.
Let the music flow in and through me,
The warm glow of epiphany rolls in waves.
Terpischore! Oh, what surprise!
Not Euterpe but you, whirling here in the garden.
But what of your daughters, I see naught of them here?
Whisked away by Poseidon, oh what cruelty!
Maybe Melpomene can help this poor vessel set pen to pad,
Stories of tragedy begin to unfold.
Polyhmnia, why do you not smile unto me?
Your faced graced that of Hemmingway,
Kerouac, Whitman,
Oh, cruel Muse, won’t you smile for me?
Utter crap? Thoughts? Suggestions? Am I an idiot? >_> whatever it is, just say it.
I drank enough NyQuil to kill a horse and I'm still awake. What's wrong with me?