" Landscape with Lake" by Jean Baptiste Camille Corot‘The Morning Muse’ and Other Poetry by Craig Daniel Koon The Society December 4, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 1 Comment The Morning Muse This time of day the Muses pass As rolling clouds and dewy grass, To see their handouts properly bestowed. How much I’ve felt and ever feel That writhing impulse in me reel When dawn’s first grayer hues begin to glow. And if I had the craft to plan Or will of Hades’ ferryman, Old Charon with his single-minded row- I would my obols gladly pay To cross and capture all the spray That on my flanks their breath would gracious blow. But when my skiff a dry spell pricks, My love, my oracle, my Styx Will float me and I’ll, inspiration, know. Then greater urge will brim and spill When her soft hands take hold my quill To dip it in her inkwell’s overflow. The Death of Vikings We trade, so have no honored graves, Our war groomed beards for dollar shaves, The longboat and Minoan axe For heated seats and Cracker Jacks. We used to feast on half-baked beef But care more now for whiter teeth. The mead hall stout was drink of choice, Now Miller Lite when we rejoice. In death, though pill prolonged, we’ll share The lesser made Valhalla there. Eulogy for a Mug And such is life, as all will crash and break. No pieces gathered then could make you whole, Nor mend the broken body to the soul. A newer form will change’d carcass take And off the petal, yellow pollen, rake. This fated scene, well out of our control, Sees one to shine, another lethal dole. And you, again, my musing thirst won’t slake. Nor will I watch, with pensive eyes, the sun In morning glory bathe your dervish steam. But here, till doomsday, rest this chilly grave And think on our loquacious verses spun. You and the saints, within this yard, will dream Of contributions, to your masters, gave. Craig Daniel Koon was born in the Rust Belt of Northeastern Ohio in 1976 and has studied Writing and Humanities at Hiram College but never persisted in getting a degree which he tells himself is an antiquated ideal. He is troubled by the effects of Modernity on the current era and desires a return to simplicity in life and humility in thought. He stubbornly resists the tidal wave of technological luxury and is one of those sticks in the mud who believes poetry should be of a versified nature. He now enjoys a fine career of opening boxes all day long and writes poetry and prose at his leisure. His verse has been published in Trinicaria and The Road Not Taken. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response NeoOvid33 December 4, 2017 You have some decent verse, though it seems they might be a touch deep for someone like myself. I think the mug one is probably the best in spite of its rough start. Truth be told, I love the ending about the grave! The muse one is good in the part about splashing on the flanks. I like that part too. The viking one is just, true. Thank you for sharing. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.