Lore we knew became
grace in pieces,
before it was so very wrong,
crushed like
porcelain.
In the grain of light,
ripples of weed
on the sand clinging to bedrock,
where breath
heaves and flows.
Cross-chop shakes the sun,
tears air, snaps glass,
rattles the ribs of all the world.
Troubles
will abound.
Frost battered slabs,
tilt and crumble
on the swell of the restless earth,
without
permanence.
We greet our callers
in the minefield.
Tea and cake for untrusted guests
never
satisfies.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
Join us every Tuesday afternoon at the Daily Kos community political poetry club.
Your own poetry is always welcome in the comments.
Bongos, berets & turtle neck sweaters optional.
The keyboard is mightier than the sword.
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