The Ecphorizer
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Retired in winter bed and courting sleep caressed by the warm rough kiss of blanket sheets, drifting off, the other night, into fantasy . . . dreaming a luscious lovely . . . loving the cuddly cozen . . . cuddling the artful Grace . . . Later, still in wakeful dream, drifting into verse composing, lyric comfort with Erato, with musing sister Thalia . . . comely aid in couplet fitting . . . counting feet between the sheets . . . conceiving rhymes like Muse . . . and fuse. Like Shakespeare's bloody thane, both fantasy and poetry, remarkably and equally murdered sleep and host, but still it was the poetry that got me up . . . to write this down. Poet ARTHUR MADSON is a professor of English whose poems have been published in a number of literary reviews. He writes that his avocations are "writing poetry and avoiding stress." More Articles by Arthur Madson |
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