Tomorrows, a pursuit permanent
a future filed, so to say
also pathetically contingent
on tortuous toils of today
bundle of joy and priceless gain,
posterity held so tight
an aftermath of perilous pain
bravely borne many a night
fall foliage,a poet's cue
the plush palette of a painter
gold red and orange richly hued
do but follow a bygone summer
relentless this striving
a Sisyphus calling
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relenteless this striving,
sisyphus calling.
that was a perfect end.. and ironically, i am reading the myth of sisyphus by camus now. :)
Lovely. :-) Is it your b'day by any chance? If so Happy b'day if nto the jokes on me.
also pathetically contingent
on tortuous toils of today
So true.
hey,
thanks for stopping by....i'll be updating a bit tonite on my the site......hope things are well
(I felt sure I had left a comment: but that's life at the moment...perhaps, I thought I did.. or meant to). The poems is gentle and incisive, the tone so well judged. Yes, the Sisyphus line hit home. I don't know if the rock gets heavier or the slope steeper. :) Great poem.
Eshu,
"I don't know if the rock gets heavier or the slope steeper"
Maybe both! hehe
Very, very nice!
Thanks for the visit today...
and your nice comment!
Have a wonderful day!
Margie:)
Your poetry is really quite good!
ah my mind is inept at understanding poems so cannot comment on how great it was :) BTW if in future you plan to write a book do tell me i am damn interested in doing so but i need a partner
Hello!!!
how are u?.
Nice sonnet!
wow! a sonnet replete with imagism. this has to be the work of an agile mind. great to know that your mythology's store is rich. the sisyphian imagery was fantastically woven. i guess it is by some way has got a stream of consciousness touch..
Nice pen my friend...you steer it well...very nice...
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