Restless as the shark's survival,
I seek the mythic isles
That bloom on far horizons
Arousals of old songs.
And shall I find Calypso there
Seducing with her tunes
Promising eternal youth,
And days of leisure, nights
Of love below complicit stars?
Or shall I find my Ithaca
My true Penelope,
Whose face fades like my duty
Like the ashen fate of Troy.
Calypso leaves her footprints
And I'm inclined to follow
Her trail on golden sands
Towards the many rock pools
Where crabs and starfish creep
below pellucid water.
And I am stranded too
By her sweet commands.
A fine write Tom. Nice to see you back. I gave All Poetry the flick. ++10 Robert
Hi Susan. I'm still having to use the comment section as my reply button isn't too well! Poor thing. There is a bit of Ulysses in me, a tendency to be dilatory, easily swayed from my need to write by the beauties of nature and, of course, the fair! I studied the Odyssey in Greek as a boy and this was one of my favourite stories. He spent ten years on Calypso's island beguiled by her. Lucky beggar!
You did not succeed in not writing verse- this poem is incredibly beautiful and intelligent. Your word choices further the feeling of seduction even when describing other elements- Restless - seek- the mythic isles- bloom- Arousals -shall I find Calypso there - Seducing with her tunes- Promisingeternal youth, - And days of leisure, nights- Of love below complicit stars.... In these word choices lies your poetic genius. 10+++++++++++++
hope you lot can read this but my reply button is inactive. thanks to you all. nothing wrong with you education, Wes. We've learned a lot from you, young fellah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My education cannot keep up with the flow of your poem but I can appreciate the spirit of it Your command of classic literature is impressive. stay with it lad A shame that PH crowds our lettering.