11 December 2009

Penelope

Salt scoured
in the violet
of twilight's
cool water

motionless moon
shoring up the strength
to turn away from the empty horizon
again today,

she reaches up to gently
adjust the laurel in her hair
smiles
and blesses the day
she refused to wait.

12 comments:

Lorne Roberts said...

oh wow. way to "conju" the female side of tennyson, as per our recent conversations.

word verif: conju.

Lorne Roberts said...

what is all this?

what time is it?

who am i? who are we?

where did we come from?

where are we going?

qui sommes nous?

ou venons nous?

ou allons nous?

cara said...

go to bed Gaugin.

cara said...

oh
and I've decided to take your poem a day challenge.
:)

Lorne Roberts said...

muhahahaha! i started to slack in Nov, once the work piled up, and a lot of my work was doing creative writing for classes, but in the end i think between late Sept and now i wrote forty-something new things. lots of 'em crap, but whatevs.

word verif: forti.

Lorne Roberts said...

later thoughts: i like that penelope has refused to wait here and done her own thing. stupid wandering odysseus/ulysses, thinking he's the biggest hero ever, is going to come back to an empty house that needs serious cleaning, and a sink full of fifteen-year-old dirty dishes, while penelope is out running a successful consulting firm and couldn't care less whether he's back or not.

Lorne Roberts said...

p.s. this is really good. like the "empty horizon" bit.

cara said...

let this be a lesson to all the girls who have waited.

Lorne Roberts said...

or at least the girls who have waited for boys who are stupid.

cara said...

yes. correction, only the ones who waited for stupid boys...

J C said...

uh huh, very emotive for me.

c-dog said...

Money.