Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
What are my muses?
Let me list them,
below the thoughtful welcome,
and the weekly series' schedule:
Join us every Tuesday afternoon at the Daily Kos community political poetry club.
Your own poetry is always welcome in the comments.
Bongos, berets & turtle neck sweaters optional.
The keyboard is mightier than the sword.
Readers & Book Lovers Series Schedule
The Grieving Room
It may seem morbid to some folks,
but thinking about my deceased wife, Pam,
who died on the 11th of March, 2008,
thinking about her,
and about my younger years,
which were not mine,
they were the years of Mark and Pam,
(My real name is Mark),
thinking about that part of my life,
that can be a muse for me:
I truly feel that the words, "Someday we'll find it,"
those words make me cry
because I think of all the things I've looked for and found,
such as the fairy tale life with Pam,
the fairy tale life with Tonia,
and the things I've looked for and not found,
such as doing something bigger with my life,
and I cry from sorrow at losing the past life I'd built,
sorrow at what I've never done yet,
plus tears of joy at the life I'm now building with Tonia.
That's not my best work;
it needs some clarifying,
simplifying,
summarizing.
But it shows that reflecting on my life with Pam,
and comparing it with my new life with Tonia,
we can call that one of my muses.
ulookarmless
The poetry lovers here at Indigo Kalliope
gave my ego a surprise boost,
when I was selected to fill the shoes of ulookarmless,
on the occasion of his death,
and become the editor of this poetry group.
Day 14
Up at 5am headache excruciating
Can't eat, losing weight fast, pajamas keep falling down LOL
Wrote new poem about the future and what it holds for me
Jonah's art will be up by the following weekend
Oncologist first thing. News is that biopsy in necessary to find out if they
can stop impending blindness. Will go tomorrow.
Told oncologist my son getting married in Jan. He replied
"That's why I became a doctor!"
He went on to say "You and I should write a book about the
past eight years, with my notes and your writings and poetry,
let's do it, you are a very different case and a very different patient"
Then he reached over and gave me a big hug! What a great doc I have!
Spent the day at Caffrodite. Needed much caffeine.
Carl picked up my laundry
Dinner from the Soccer Moms. Delish!
Pain eased but not for long, hope tomorrow's consult helps
Pain very bad in temple, (9/11) Pred dose increased again to 60mg daily
to be gradually tapered to zero over 3 months or so before
biopsy can be done.
Folks here felt I could fill that man's shoes?
(Maybe it was just a matter of dumping a weekly chore
on an easy mark, but let me use it as a muse,
anyway.)
That's one of my muses.
Itzl Alert Network
I'm being tolerated as the regular Tuesday diarist
at the daily series,
Itzl Alert Network,
a daily check in series,
to keep us feeling safe,
safety in numbers.
Come join us,
the more the merrier,
the more the safer it feels.
In my hypothetical example,
the police are grateful for the information,
telling you the fire trucks and EMS folks are swamped,
and they will send a patrol car to our address,
and you tell them we live just inside the back door,
and the officer arrives,
and shouts,
and we shout back,
and firefighters come,
and we are rescued.
And I write a diary about the whole experience,
and that diary gets me more recs and tips than I've ever had.
That series is a comforting muse.
Then there's my new family,
and our big house,
and our big back yard:
I'll write about our vegetable garden,
our three dogs and our cat,
my wife and her uncle Randall,
and her three brothers,
Terrell, Michael, and Isaac,
all the wonders of life in this big family,
living in this big house.
Along with plans for building four dog houses,
and a chicken coop,
and the ducks we want to raise,
and the duck eggs we want to eat.
That's a great muse,
sharing my home life
with folks here at Daily Kos.
And overshadowing everything
is the realization
that all of human civilization as we know it
will soon crash down,
caused by too many humans,
too many Americans,
and not enough diesel fuel:
And the coming shortage of diesel fuel,
which will create a shortage of food in America,
resulting in famine and death,
until future generations finally settle down,
with contraception,
and farming,
and eating duck eggs.
That's my greatest muse,
since that future looms so large,
overshadowing everything,
but I must work carefully,
to connect that future
to our past and our present,
so my readers can feel it.
I'm struggling with that.
But that's the muse
that will not stop,
will not relent.
That muse will knock on our doors,
and keep on knocking,
and,
with time,
that muse,
that future,
will break down our doors,
and clear out our homes,
and throw us outside.
And we'll be hungry.
And reality will kill,
with no mercy.
That's my biggest muse:
reality.
Thanks for reading.