Not a Prophet

I try to imagine the future of now,

the whats and wherefores and whys and hows,

but, unlike Tiresias, sighted but blind,

I don’t know what historians will find,

I can’t even speculate how it will be;

all I can say is, let’s wait and see.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

The Mission of Orpheus

After a line by Margaret Fuller


Each Orpheus must nature forge in his soul’s fire,

and play its secret chords on his sweet lyre,

pluck its melodies on supple strings,

and try to stir to life dead dreams;

with his enchanting art attempt to raise

mere mortal love from an immortal grave.


Copyright 2017

T. Allen Culpepper