Each month, write a new collection.
Not exactly what you asked for, but...On a Funeral Urn by the Polyphemus PainterThousands of years later, we're stilltelling this story about the uncouthcyclops, Polyphemus, who knew no betterthan to eat his guests, and the grim enforcer,Odysseus. Even now, there are rulesfor being a host and also for being a guest/We still agree moderation in all thingsis best. Why then do we revel in this wildadventurer, best liar of the bunch?For the sheer love of stories and the joy of making them.
really, really like this..."Polyphemus, who knew no betterthan to eat his guests" sympathetic humor) and the ending!
Yeah, I totally agree. Great poem!
Abounding in Songs and Legends... and NobodyO Polyphemus, the son of a god you arelarger than life and stronger than the seayet falling short in humanityGreat Odysseus, scallywag and fiendyour courage and heroism is matchedonly by your audacityFool Polyphemus, who's appetite is disturbinggluttony on a giant's scalewill be your undoingClever Odysseus, your mind always churningthe ultimate opportunist in everythingthe trap is already setPoor Polyphemus, a legend destined to fadeundone by drink and a sharp stickfrom the hand of NobodySilly Odysseus, you never learn your lessonnor can you ever leave well enough alonewhy did you reveal your real name? Frozen in time, forever locked in battletrapped on the urn of a departed childwho was more grown up than you
Love that last line especially. Really wonderfu!
Why did the urn fascinate you childWere you to be Odysseus saving your peopleor was Cyclops, your fatherdid mother lion beneath your feet discipline to harshlyor was she there to lick your wounded heart.As the chalice held your dripping blood.Keats, your urn figures dance in syncopationwith grace and beautyDid your figures bridge wisdomWhile the child’s playWas surpassed by death’s terror.I will place my hand over Cyclops last eyeAs I ease your consecrated remainsfrom the urn of chaosto deserved restwith Grecian dancers.And their sweet lullaby.
That's wonderful. Love it. Love the language of it!
Cyclopssingular vision lostimmortalized — burned in the earthin warning
Totally t2 poems!
The Anti-propaganda Prayer for a Geometric Pattern In Lieu of Obligatory War-scene addressed to Attic Clay for Burial Urn of My Unborn Son.this clay is no womb for things that will eator be eaten no rove-whisper of cattail among the whey nor wove-lion satwith endless mouth fed by plow and the wheatdrug down the wide spun lips the “men” competethrown wet upon the wheel the Cyclops spatout his sported eye the warriors attack’dthis far se’er of my desolate son future peatpyre nothing grows within this salted soiland brains jellified do not deliver freedom is sung not spun and left in urnsI see you worship where I left you coil’dporn-graphic reel of war we must break riverwash out alive my child you can’t return.
Love it man!!
Sleep, sleep this longest of the nights I’ve tucked and folded your bedding tightAfter tomorrow’s pyre, what shall I fix?Ashes, then dust, swept in a clay cradle,A lonesome journey down the river Styxrespite from pain and Life’s betrayal.I wonder, how will I know that you’re safe?Odysseus used his wily spear for fight,our bedtime hero, but you, my small waif?I only have this urn for your body, so slight.There was no escaping fate under lamb’s wool.No happy way to kill the stupid giantI drew him here, with a rhino, and a bullthat I’m with you always, strong and defiant.But I will send up incense and my prayerto your gray world without disease and fears.Although I may laugh to battle my despairinwardly I’ll be counting down my years.Sleep my child, sleep this longest of the nights I’ve tucked and folded your bedding tight
Hi Judy, just wanted to say this is gorgeous. Your control of form and the way it releases content is incredible. This poem is heartbreaking.
Thank for the delicious compliment, I was teary eyed writing this. You never know when you succeed in tapping into universal feelings and I am aways happy to share heartbreak. (in a sonnet!)
I'm just going to agree with Mouse (Poet Cooper). This is a great poem!