“GOING DEEP”

My Muse is scared of going underground,
So she’ll not take me places too profound.
And, if she ventures deep into my soul,
She’ll tunnel through it like a digging mole
Who sniffs his way around because he’s blind
And never sees the things his nose will find.
Perhaps her fear that I’ll be trapped or hurt
Prevents my pen from prying ‘neath the dirt.
The times I’ve grabbed the map to Caves of Self,
She’s whispered, “Please return that to the shelf.”
I’ve wondered if she keeps my poems light
Because she deems my talents sadly slight
And hopes I’ll never have to fail and know
I’ve gone the deepest that I’ll ever go.

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“A Fan and a Critic: A Dialogue in Terza Rima” by Paul Burgess

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“The boy’s destined for great renown.”
“His joking tone will not suffice.
He’s less a poet, more a clown.”

         “His poetry’s use of forms is nice…”
         “Those iambs, anapests, and rhymes?
           Those methods from the Age of Ice?

             His work is far behind the times.
             Who would not vomit, cringe, and jeer
             If shown his literary crimes?

“His poems’ meanings are always clear…”
“What fouler crime could one commit?
               To write’s to be a drunken seer.”

There end the words of Pride and Fear.

“Niobe, Arachne, Marsyas, and Others who Bruised the Gods’ Egos” [Morals from Mythology]by Paul Burgess

To wound a god or goddess’s fragile pride
Is deadlier than committing suicide.