The Boeotian Muses |
Kaitlyn Frazier
The three muses
Who consume every writer’s mind
From which one feeds
His/her genius
And vomits it across each leaf
Sporadically, tactfully
We are all enthralled to this genius
Which intellectually frees us
Without, we are nothing
Destitute and empty recesses of a rind
Mentally drained and overexerted
But with, no hesitations persist
Only a stream of free-flowing
Pulsing waves ebb and pour
With each stroke of the pen’s tip
An ode to these muses
Is very well-deserved
An ode to the rulers
The mind’s own manna.
Poet's Notes: This is an ode to the rulers or muses who assist every poet.
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