I spy an old guy in a big lounging chair.
I see him as, o'er him, I glide on the air.
I know he wishes to know....where i reside,
and from him that information I'll not now hide.
“I live on a nearby island, Ithaca by name,
and Ulysses dallies in Troy, but him I don't blame.
“But while Ulysses dallies in war I dally in love,
with mortals from Earth and gods from above.
“And my name is Penelope, as near-guessed your wife.
I'll fly home with my fish now. You both have a good life.”
(May 13,2014)
I read Eugene's poem The Pelican and your response “But while Ulysses dallies in war I dally in love, with mortals from Earth and gods from above......... This is a distortion of the legend... While her husband Ulysses was away, Penelope wasted her youth in hopeful expectation of the return of her husband. Like a faithful wife, she withstood all temptations of marriage from mortals and gods alike. Interesting write!
Dear Bri-lliance, My thanks to you (and Penelope) for this lovely poem. (Just watch the Old Guy business!) Yes, she (or he) is a Brown Pelican. You deserve another ice cream cone! Your Pal, Gino
Dear Bri- lliance, Thank you (and Penelope) so much for this lovely poem! (Just watch the Old Guy business!) You are right of course, she (or he) is a Brown Pelican. You deserve another ice cream cone! Gino
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the incredible effort you go to reading others work. Thank you.Bri. Champion!