Calliope
has spied in me
a hollow dark and cold.
She gives it free,
that panoply
of new ideas bold.
But as of late
that dinner plate
of musings has been bare.
Could it be
Calliope
Has little left to spare?
© Jason Comeaux 4/12/2019
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Calliope
has spied in me
a hollow dark and cold.
She gives it free,
that panoply
of new ideas bold.
But as of late
that dinner plate
of musings has been bare.
Could it be
Calliope
Has little left to spare?
© Jason Comeaux 4/12/2019
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