Odysseus Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Odysseus

With a pen, once again
Dig into travels…

Write about the dangers,
Draw the risks taken,
Encircle the moments,
Of the softness, hardness,
And escapes!

Odysseus headed home,
In his heart and his veins,
Blood boiled with bubbles.

He knew,
No one else.

He slept with Siren,
And became a father!

From will?
No, never!

Back at home,
The Suitors,
And his wife,
Children,
With their lives,
All wandered!

'Is he dead,
On the way? '

No news!
All silence,
And silence,
And darkness!

Silence is a mother,
To the thoughts,
To judgments!

Odysseus was aware,
Only he, no one else!