Little Cluttered Pen

 

Two tendencies emerged in Greece

One mystical, passionate, faithful

To Dionysus and the primitive peace

Of flesh, the hunt, and alcohol.

 

The other, a more measured serenity.

Methods to withhold the Bacchus bull,

Provide the civil with longevity,

And standards for the knowing-full.

 

The ration of passion is a strenuous art.

Just how to embody applied obsessions?

To commit a youth, a body, a heart

And further one belabored question.

 

The Seven Sages of moderation,

Sought to rear a certain breed

Of ape with solemn appreciation

For mind's millennia as a simple seed.

 

To know himself, Thales set sail,

Thoughts billowing through Miletus.

Was sensitivity to fresh and stale

Not the prime pursuit of Pittacus?

 

Corinth’s tyrant looked into the mist

For separation between use and beauty.

Seeing none he raised a mighty fist

And industry was philosophic duty.

 

Since then, our growth is rank with men

Who seek the division of math and arts

And into a hole, sinks one little cluttered pen

Without the cosmic rope of interwoven parts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Awesome flow and rhyme scheme,
I really enjoyed this write