No dog, the muse cannot be leashed or trained.
The poem depends upon a willing muse.
Nothing is guaranteed or foreordained.
The poem is providential—a blessing gained
In bars and bordellos as often as in pews.
The poet knows the poem is not ordained.
Words upon a page are barely restrained
By form, twist like dust devils to get loose.
Nothing is guaranteed or foreordained.
Like the four winds, words will not be chained
Down in stanzas merely to amuse.
The poet knows the poem is not ordained.
Even your life is not your own, feigned
As it is to please the gods—a futile ruse.
Nothing is guaranteed or foreordained.
From time to time, the mercurial muse has deigned
To breathe a poem for a poet's temporary use.
No faithful dog, the musenor leashed nor trained.
Nothing's guaranteed. Nothing's foreordained.
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Spring Feature 2012
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Feature
- Poets in Person Claudia Emerson and husband Kent Ippolito in Fredericksburg, VA
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Music
- Cornelius Eady "I Need a Train", words and music by Cornelius Eady
- Claudia Emerson "Shot Her Dead", words and music by Claudia Emerson and Kent Ippolito
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Poetry
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews Secure The Shadow
by Claudia Emerson
- David Rigsbee reviews Secure The Shadow