Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

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Of the three “poems” I wrote today (my students were taking a test all day), this is the one I hate the least.  Man, these past two days have been hard…

Odysseus left on a business trip —
briefcase in his left hand,
suitcase artfully packed by Penelope in his right.
Sitting in the taxy, he waved goodbye to his wife,
and drove away, never looking back.

He rented an apartment uptown,
filled it with rented furniture,
and unpacked his suitcase
(artfully packed by Penelope).

He stared at the phone,
thinking he should call her
and tell her
that the ocean of silence between them
had taken him away with the tide.

Days passed,
then weeks.
Penelope knew something was wrong
(she’d known for a long time)
but she still kept weaving
words into love letters
waiting for his return.

He did call
(it only took him ten years)
and Penelope’s artfully woven
love letters
became arguments
and eventually
divorce papers.

The ocean of silence between them
became a sea of paperwork
and allimony
and hate.

Twenty years
and still no land in sight —
no oasis,
no common ground.
Just words and wars.

People started asking:
“What happened to Odysseus and Penelope?
They used to be so in love.”

But the more important question is:
“What happened to Telemachus?


Written by Ashley

February 6, 2009 at 3:58 am

Posted in Poem

11 Responses

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  1. alright, i’m sure i’m going to feel stupid after i ask this but what is Telemachus?


    February 6, 2009 at 4:56 am

  2. stohrs gonna beat me up but im pretty sure its his son. and thats really good samsa! very sad though. hate the least, geez, poets are a friggin patch of confidence arent they. just kidding!!!


    February 6, 2009 at 3:30 pm

  3. It is Odysseus’ and Penelope’s son.


    February 6, 2009 at 4:53 pm

  4. It is? He is. Geeze.


    February 6, 2009 at 4:54 pm

  5. I really like this, particularly due to my husband’s family’s circumstances right now. 😛


    February 6, 2009 at 10:12 pm

  6. wow real mature Samsa


    February 7, 2009 at 2:49 am

  7. What’s mature? I was correcting my own misuse of pronouns!


    February 7, 2009 at 3:14 pm

  8. Maria –
    Thanks. It’s so unfortunate how the kids get pushed aside in their parents’ own struggles. I’m sorry to hear about what’s going on with his family, but it will get better. I promise.


    February 7, 2009 at 3:34 pm

  9. oh nevermind then


    February 7, 2009 at 6:53 pm

  10. Although your grammar WAS atrocious in your first comment on this post… 😉


    February 7, 2009 at 10:25 pm

  11. hahaha I know. I looked at it after I posted it and realized I probably made a pretty sweet impression with all your English major friends


    February 8, 2009 at 6:42 pm

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