Polemical Sonnet
Posted on 2004-05-29 at 08:02
The muted muse of Talent rose to speak
To hush the critic's voice forevermore;
Yet as she bid her tongue to tell its lore---
Despite a willing heart---her tongue was weak.
And if she could find tongue to teach and speak,
Confessing poets---talentless and poor---
Would throw their pitied faces to the floor
And scream to drown the truth they seldom seek.
They shout and shout and never speak the truth,
And lies are all their lips seem to outpour.
They are content to bare a childish soul.
They age but never leave the bloom of youth,
Where talent rests in states still immature,
And blemish shines as something to extol.
-Tom Caudron
-Inspired by Life's Idiots