I may not be referring to the goddess it may just fit the situation. All the calypso collection are about a real person.
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I may not be referring to the goddess it may just fit the situation. All the calypso collection are about a real person.
'Calypso is remembered most for her role in Homer's Odyssey, in which she imprisons the fabled Greek hero Odysseus on her island in order to make him her immortal husband. Calypso kept Odysseus hostage at Ogygia for seven years. Odysseus, however, wants to return home to his beloved wife Penelope. His patron goddess Athena asks Zeus to order the release of Odysseus from the island, and Zeus sends Hermes to tell Calypso to set Odysseus free'Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Herakles trapped
By the love struck Calypso
prisoner be freed
Calypso's Purity.
Will i have my seven years,
Would i swap it for a lifetime,
To feel what it is to be truly happy,
The love of a goddess,
Purity of spirit and flesh,
A decision must be made,
It has taken two decades,
To reach this point,
Am i strong enough,
To become an island,
Calypso's call is strong,
Can this be right.
By Herakles.
Nice one Herk, but I hope you're not about to do anything that you might regret my friend.Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
I almost missed this; thanks Mossdog :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
No Glad in this Gladiator.
I have spent my life in a maelstrom,
Intense feelings faced death a dozen times,
Can i ever be sure that my mind is my own,
The medication having blurred the lines,
Of my existence,
To swing from being out of focus,
Whilst going back to taunt hades time and again,
I can never be sure it's me,
Never certain that i am of sound mind,
I look to olympus for answers,
None are forthcoming.
By Herakles.
Hey keep your chin up, in between the confusion and despair are happy and special moments. So go ahead and dream of your Calypso and enjoy the ride when you can ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
Thanks Stef.
Calypso's Voice.
Calypso's voice it guides my heart,
The goddess opens her gates lets me in,
Pure unbridled physicality,
We enter the heavens,
Never to come down,
Eternally bonded.
By Herakles.
This is something like the poem I was writing in my head on this morning's run, inspired by the empty sky. Obviously I hope that Derby Tup's travel plans are not disrupted, even so. And I hope the last line isn't too corny.
An upturned empty bowl -
the sky, would ring clear
if you could only reach and strike
it. Echoes only to the sound
of birds and distant traffic.
Virgin blue is mirrored
in the water-filled quarry
still as sheet of glass.
I hardly dare breathe.
No aircraft dotting it
like flies in the ointment.
No airborne parasites crawling
across its perfect face
or scarring it with vapour trails.
No whine as low level jets slice
the sky over the hills
on the Luton approach.
The sun hauls itself lazily
over the trees of Ashridge -
no alarm call this morning
Go easy, jets, wait another day.
Stevie