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Martin Boško May 24
Where are you?
I heard stories that you departed...
What did you do?
There's no way you got outsmarted
Did you forget I am awaiting your arrival?
Did you not think our house will be full of rivals?
Did you forget you have a son?
Why didn't you come when the war was done?

Other wives have their husbands home
Yet you are leaving me on Ithaca alone
Come back, my love, return to your throne
Come back before my heart turns to stone

Ten years ago you were stolen by a war
Ten years ago you stepped outside our door
Yet I have been patiently waiting
By fears and nightmares I was waking
And I have cried my eyes out more than I can count
This loneliness I feel is not something I can surmount

Come back to our bed, to our tree
Come back to me!
Please!
I beg the gods above
Don't delay my beacon
Don't hinder love

The sun is dawning
Another day without news
Tomorrow's morning
My watch continues

I'll be once again looking out my window
Not knowing if I am a wife or a widow
You never should have left!
Your forced departure was worse than a theft
Athena, guide home your favourite
Or don't you love him no more for his shrewdness and bravery?
Oh gods...
We mortals are but pieces in your lust for glorious wars
Rocksteadylety Apr 2020
Labor pain
I write this through a haze
Going in and out remembering grey days

I woke up from a dream
Where I had to fend from three
They didn’t even know me
I was only 13

Labor pain
I’ve moved past the blame
But how can make sure
You’re Journey doesn’t go the same?

I wanna protect you from  the world
But the world taught me
It is what you make it
When I was only 15

Labor pain
This is my labor pain
I’ve cut the chord
So you won’t have to feel my shame

Labor pain
This is my own labor pain
It’s not yours
I’m doing the best I can
To make sure your playground is free rein
Wrote this at the beginning of my labor
Growing up, becoming a mother, i don’t want to pass
On my trauma to my child. We do the best we can,
Sometimes we become the product of our environment, and sometimes we used that as an excuse
Peter B Feb 2019
I hope she will wait for me,
I hope I'll see her again.

Yes, I am dead to her,
a speck of a memory,
but I hope she will wait for me.
I hope she will wait for me.

My small ship is heading home,
my life is in hands of the sea,
but I hope I will make it one day
and I hope she will wait for me.
"In Homer's Odyssey, Penelope is the wife of Odysseus, who is known for her fidelity to Odysseus while he was absent, despite having many suitors."
Peter B Dec 2018
I'll be waiting for him
sitting on the shore,
I know one day
he will come.

I don't care
about anything else.
I'll be waiting for him,
like if I was waiting for myself.
Karisa Brown Jul 2018
Everybody wants me to be
The queen Penelope
Of this palace

When I'm really
An up roaring *****
Holding a chalice

Not knowing
What I'm really like
Keeping it stuffed down
Really bites
Emma Hill May 2018
Her bookshelf to the brim and bursting
With pages worn, and well
Remembered for the virtues
Lost
And husbands in the war

Fallen woman--fall, and women
Harvests sown and reaped
Moon of full, of wax, of
Wane
Her heart of Shadow's seed

Hand of diamond and of band
Ashes, ashes, dust
A love once lived and now, one
Lost
The pages' faces face us
And sages burn, away
First in awhile. Hello again
Kitt Nov 2017
When Penelope bid αντίο her dearest Odysseus
Did she shed a tear for her heart left alone
Or sit alone in the room where she would await his return
And knit quietly
The bemused bride of a nation grieving,
Groaning from the pains of war?
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