Mythic?? (Or the meaning of poetry)
Alone, skin seared but sodden, drifting free
on Stygian rills mid steamy marish mud
that fleetly ebb to the wide open sea
My dinghy follows and must somehow scud
else this bled plain becomes my deathly home
Has this tale ample pathos to capture
the woe that fills life\'s tragic, noble tome?
Does any poem yield a true rapture?
So, knowing life is thea\'tre, but in codes
the poet seeks a verse alive with meaning
Unknown to him a secret lies in odes
These writs disdain and laugh at doom\'s keening
The light of Cadmus is so very bright!
It coaxes mirth to ease death\'s ghastly blight