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Calliope, Mother of Muses
release this wretched poet!
Cast out your line, measure the meters,
lend an ear to the melodic melodies;
teach this poet to sing!
Oh, Sweet Muse of Eloquence,
unshackle this poet from antiquated forms
that their works are not rendered relics;
rather, tarnished with a patina of vulnerability.
Summon Boreas, God of the North Wind
that their runes may soar upon ancient wings
and land in the hearts of men
with the dew of authenticity.
oh, sing to us dear poets,
melody and verse
there is madness in the streets,
'tis humanity's curse
hold your notes on high,
let the music consume
so powerful your lyrics,
let order resume
send your songs on the wind,
'tis humanity's score
may the choir sing your hymns
pray harmony is restored
This poem was inspired by the popular writer's idiom, "Murder your darlings" which refers to editing out words, lines, or entire scenes from your poem or manuscript.
i am her darling, the poem that's died a thousand deaths sliced in a whim as i gasp my last breath my poet is a murderess, a ruthless seductress, killing me, her darling word by word piercing melodic prose, never to be heard she employs modern warfare: the dreaded reverse key and on her worst nights, she commands: delete all! it's a massacre! the blood of my words wiped away as she lives to write and murder another day!
