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To A Muse, Who For the Thiasus (that is, The Thiasus that is naught.) Odd, how Calliope and Urania Sitting like sisters in some coffee house Colorfully attired, handsomely coiffed, Caparisoned like Clydesdales for some parade, Amuse one another with the idea that The whole ‘Origins’ thing is so ‘last week.’ I was reading this ridiculously Philosophical piece by one of the Most Respected Poets here at The Link, A piece that intimated some contradiction Of anti-thesis, an allegiance of sorts To the Dyonysian abortion, An ekphrastic – actually a weakling’s Attempt at ejaculative humoring – An idiomatic expletive Filling the Grecian’s Urn to its extensive Rim with a castigating diarrhea That leaves us searching for the Ephemora. Anyway, as I was pointing this out To one of my dearest – there you go, girls – Associates: Uranus is my favorite Place to ‘library’ in the solar system: Out of this comes most of his good inklings. Heave Ho! The Maenads bounce into view! |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2010-03-02 18:02:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Thomas,
Some women got your dander up.
I must say I used the dictionary often to figure this one out.
A few things maybe to correct..
Dionysian instead of Dyonysian?
Ecphractic instead of ekphrastic?
I'll say no more.
Dellena