Each month, write a new collection.
Odysseus and Calypso, Max Beckmannthere’s a specific disinteresthe finds in her skin— she, aloneis not enough.already his eyes driftto other conquestmore bloodshed,a chance for his handsto break groundon new fertile landsuntouched fleshthat waitsto be spoiled.
That's fantastic man! That's really strong!
There is something about this that breaks my heart. The power of a great poem, a great truth revealed.
Odysseus Exposed After a painting by Max BeckmanIn Homer's epic, Odysseus retainshis humanity on Calypso's island, while his crew, lesser men, succumb to her magic,losing their power of speech,spending their lives foragingfor acorns on the desolate island.Odysseus can indulge his desiresunscathed, taming the dangerousfeminine powers, Calypsoand the Sirens.Some centuries later,Beckman casts doubt on this view.Calypso lays her white hands on his chest, working a spell.Their legs tangle like tree roots.Odysseus is mostly human,except for his penis, the widthand length of an anaconda.He is manacled, an animalamong other animals.
I love the poem, and I really love what you did with the title. I never would have thought to do that with a medium that isn't poetry. Love the ending of the piece too!
Thanks John. I appreciate the prompt.
The Reluctant LoverShe presses her bosom against his chestentwining her legs with hisand gently caresses a loose lock of hairher eyes boring in, as she gazes on his faceHis mind wanders back to his homewhere Penelope waits at the gatemissing her scent and her smile and her laughhe regrets the dark deal he has madeShe purrs and nuzzles his bare chestthe spell has worked... or has it?her supple curves and painted lips somehow, are no longer enough to holdHis heart is flooded with longingand his arms ache for the familiar touchthe touch he could not replace with lustnor could he forget, with gallons of drinkShe worries her plans are fallingv apartbut she must not show him her fearif only she could keep him just a little while longersurely he would never want to leaveHis silent pleas are heard by the godsit's time for him to leave this prison of passionhis soul is dying to return homeno matter her cries, return home he shall
I love that this can exist with or without the painting! Works on multiple levels!
Lovemaking routine by the clockOddyseus man bearded heroSeducing goddess CalypsoReady get set tick tock.Strokes and caresses vainConquest triumphed and wonNo meaning once they are doneJust a closet for hiding pain.Oddyseus why do you roamCalypso does he love youTwo in a shadow box fightOddyseius your call is to homeCalypso love yourself trueA new turn can happen tonight.
I love the structure of the poem, and what you're saying here!
Brantingham! I loved you less this day“Google it” you said with gleeassorted examples you will seeon how to match a painting’s tune with a sonnet’s sway.Relaxed behind a beard you lean, there’s nothing else for you to sayInspiration has unwound; that fat-thighed muse has let you free,this challenge of the serpent’s pen has now been tossed to me.Unarmed, and without a shield; I am loath to join this poet’s fray.Max Beckmann’s painting depicts Odysseus, the epic hero wrought in bold strokes and encircled by symbols ample.The cheetah is distracting though it’s meaning must be simple,fangs bared, almost panting, there’s anger and great passion. What’s with the giant parrot, or is there a story of a green crow?Forget classics, and my tedious verse! It’s become stale–and out of fashion.
Ah, I that's great. Okay, now we're really in conversation here!!!
Calypsodistract the manweakened and heavy with sexhis goals forgotten
Love your haiku as always!