"eos" poems
XXXI. TO HELIOS (20 lines)
(ll. 1-16) (34) And now, O Muse Calliope, daughter of Zeus, begin
to sing of glowing Helios whom mild-eyed Euryphaessa, the far-
shining one, bare to the Son of Earth and starry Heaven. For
Hyperion wedded glorious Euryphaessa, his own sister, who bare
him lovely children, rosy-armed Eos and rich-tressed Selene and
tireless Helios who is like the deathless gods. As he rides in
his chariot, he shines upon men and deathless gods, and
piercingly he gazes with his eyes from his golden helmet. Bright
rays beam dazzlingly from him, and his bright locks streaming
form the temples of his head gracefully enclose his far-seen
face: a rich, fine-spun garment glows upon his body and flutters
in the wind: and stallions carry him. Then, when he has stayed
his golden-yoked chariot and horses, he rests there upon the
highest point of heaven, until he marvellously drives them down
again through heaven to Ocean.
(ll. 17-19) Hail to you, lord! Freely bestow on me substance
that cheers the heart. And now that I have begun with you, I
will celebrate the race of mortal men half-divine whose deeds the
Muses have showed to mankind.
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And you left me like a baby flower choking
On dust, and loss of future blooming,
And tremors like Eos's tears
On the stillest vernal pool -
It was as if you stole my life and simply
Went - or put me on my little sailboat
That sang of youth and an hourglass, a
Duet composed in the ***** crystal of purgatory,
Between my insatiably wild stronghold and
The rosy maiden, blushing, full, yet
Dumb, willingly deaf to red flags,
Praying for a partner to make a golden
Lady of the wood and water
And light, so warm and shimmering under
The forest's pine-down cover - what a
Big, hasty mistake, to keep yourself
Hollow and blind to the day's good things, to remain a
Man alone, wistfully misplacing a love
Who showed the loyalty of a crimson kindness, and who
Was always singing bliss and beauty and glowing into your ears,
So stuffed with lies, bitterness, ideals, and
Full like drunken leeches - all this, and the coldness, the stubbornness
Of the oldest mule, to stay isolated from my
Loving eyes, to make time with our sorrowful
Echoes, yours and mine.
*vertical quote from Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
I drown
and glimpse Poseidon's kingdom
I fall
and I am lifted by the winds of Anemoi
My heart looks into
medusa eyes
And I run freely about the lair of Eris
I clutch the moon
in the wake of Hecate
as the war is waged against
Selene's solar bounty
Lethe guides my hand into ignorance
Ponos holds my head high
in the face of my deepest fear
Theia bares Eos to me
and I offer the reddest rose
for she is the light
that lets Helios reign
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
How could I spell out love when it is absent of her name?
The way her eyes reflected a sunrise, the envy of Eos
She was like honey in the sky, the amber of her energy enraptured me
I was bewitched
She was a masterpiece drawn with starlight, unfathomable beauty
An ivory sculpture crafted by the hands of a god, masterpiece of Hephaestus
I remember the time I was blessed by that smile,
A vilified promise
The scent of patchouli and the taste of my favorite tea
Like ambrosia for a mortal, that sweet taste of paradise
Sunflowers and the many other favorites that she gave me
Stolen without a word
She used to call me late at night to talk about her day
But the days for me got longer, I couldn't keep her entertained
Such a coldness hid underneath the warmth I thought she gave me
Gone like a ghost in the night
I thought I was breathless because I loved her, now I’m suffocated by the agony
She was killing me underneath the sweetness, constricting like a boa
And when I close my eyes to see the memories lapse she's still in them
Haunting me like she wanted
Eros' is golden arrows struck me hard and shamelessly
Through my heart and left a scar, chasmic and wide
Her toxic serotonin left me high, addicted to her energy
A limitless euphoria
I spoke to the gods above and I told them of my love
What a liar she's made me out to be, the clever snake
I begged that Aphrodite let my words reach her
But they fell on deaf ears
Now I pray that Anteros relieves me and hears my plea
Unravel these feelings in my heart, lift the anchor of her name
Don't let me be the sole carrier of the blame
For the ruin that remains
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:42 AM UTC
Her presence is superfluous and your demeanor is vindictive, and you can’t hold her close enough to pass the hours with any more trivialities. Your allusions to Eos mean nothing to her comfortably deaf ears. Her smile drips with poisonous innocence and she’s reaching for you, and oh no, you’re doubled over again, and she’s rubbing your back, and you’re clutching at your insides and you just want to hurl them at the wall and redefine expressionism. Transgressions displayed in a mason jar atop the fireplace mantel, like the ashes of some dead relative who stopped mattering when the estate paid out and your dad blew it all at the casino again. With a knock and a bump, the skeletons come tumbling out of your closet; their bones crumble into dust on your carpet. You've lost track of how often this happens but you think the carpet looks better grey anyway, and she’s still looking up at you. Those eyes so much like a child, riddled with naivety and wonderment, like you’re the perfect picture of Eden. It’s 5am and you can’t see the room through the smoke, and she can’t hear the cries for help over her utopian illusion of This Is All We Need. You were never one for cathexis and you hope she can’t see the blood on the walls, or the blood(lust) on your hands. She has the uncanny ability to not know, despite your nuances. She’ll never read into your mind the way she reads the words you carve into the trees and the sand and the snow. Every articulation of Truth is just refracted through her pretty little head and sent spinning into the abyss. The sun is rising and you wish she’d leave, but your shift in weight and your sideways glance is subjective to her and she promises to stay. So instead you make bets with yourself over whether your body falling from a 30 story building, or the rising sun, will reach the horizon line first.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
Still warm from you, I shiver
because I see you
sleeping next to me
and crave back the night.
But Eos heralds
in her fairest gown
a new day that elevates
nightly passion to a dream.
Your breath is calm
and your ***** hardly moves
when I wake you with kisses
across your silken skin.
You smile for the gods
and I lower my gaze
to elude what robs my senses
but then your lips give life to mine.
Locked in embrace
you whisper fondly – “My Love”.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
I know now that it wasn't you
who fashioned such noose.
It was them, those dark abominations
who fled before the stars of Uranus.
Remember!
We are not weak!
Madness is such a hard thing to define
which makes it such an easy label
to affix to one's enemies.
It's not madness to fight for our right
to exist!
It's not wrong to make a stand and
wake up from the slumber of their lies
to the beautiful dawn of Eos!
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
My love;
Do I dare drop another shrouded truth upon your eardrum...?
I left another footprint today, you know
...but those granules of concrete are still hollow,
still quiet;
I've hidden behind your golden dreadlocks too often,
and heard your contemptuous laughter echo,
the crooked whistle of another gunshot
piercing the silence, and a silhouette
-of course
....yet I can't let go.
You're so young, I tell myself;
Your bedsheets are still crisp, still odorless;
...this sleep does not trouble you, does it?
-with her kissing nightmares.
And I dread my toes slipping-into that cadencing abyss,
...the scattered doom of my growing death wish;
there's no one to hold me,
but you.
The pillowcases still hiss...
their fingers clench my hair, often;
and threads tie me to a new paranoia
every night.
And I know
these windows aren't clean
...they disgust me;
yet they're my only source of light,
and I choose to compromise;
It's left me with nothing,
but your rusted blood on my tongue
and these shadows formed on the wall,
by your electric blue flesh...
I'm tired, dearest
...your fumbling silence hurts me-
maybe another drop of ******
will bring you back to life.
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 4:54 PM UTC
Helios prepared his golden steeds,
Each huffing and pawing at the waves of Oceanus,
Alectrona raised her arms, and Eos woke from her slumber.
The chariot was lashed to his stallions,
And slowly, the sun god rose.
Eos spread her fingers across the sky,
And as he rose, a fiery flare bringing day,
Threads of pink illuminated the clouds as purple ribbons split the darkness.
Phanes lent Helios light as he rose on the mountain in the sky,
Orange twined its way through fields of blue,
A blazing scythe that cut away everything but itself.
Clouds that had formed by Zeus were gathered like birds,
And as Helios passed, they lit from within with scarlet joy,
And the laughter of Tethys echoed as she made the white fleece of the heavens.
Farther and farther he climbed the mountain in the sky,
And the heavens turned a bright blue,
The orange scythe that had cut away the onyx and navy fields
Faded away to return the next day.
When at last day had truly begun,
And Hemera had truly awakened,
There was only a purple horizon,
By that mountain in the sky.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
You were shining in the shade
As the dusk began to fade
I had to turn to you and say,
'Can it always be this way?'
The question never left my lips
And as the sun began to dip
Your eyes were completely lit
All I could do was photosynthesize you.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Wherever on this earth I roam
a pair of deities are found:
Great Eos, goddess of the dawn,
Cornipsis, god of traffic sound.
In yet another far hotel
the moment when the curtain's drawn
there to my eyes she manifests,
Great Eos, goddess of the dawn.
When lost again in foreign streets
I hear his comfort all around
as constant as when I was born,
Cornipsis, god of traffic sound.
Great Eos feeds the world its light,
a world Cornipsis fast destroys.
In every land they turn their trade,
the gods of dawn and traffic noise.
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 8:18 PM UTC
You're saving my life, you know.
Right now.
You do sometimes, and I never tell you
Cause you don't need to do anything huge.
Sometimes when I talk to you I need it desperately
And you don't always have to know when it's happening.
Just... Sometimes you save my life.
And I figured this time instead of being quiet about it until after,
I'd say thanks.
So thanks.
Underneath I think I'm having a rough time.
But I don't know,
Because nothing else matters when I talk to you
Just... Yeah, thanks.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
we shall not love you
the people cry
we shall not worship
or adore you
and the Gods of Olympus sigh
and though famine punish
and surplus grant
the people do not let up their chant.
Old Zeus grown weary through graying age
as young as the day his father, slayed
yet older in mind and wiser still
has had enough of humanities fill.
And thunderbolts he throws from his clouded sky
and below the people cry
"We shall not go quietly into the night!"
"We deny you and so we'll fight!"
And Aphrodite, her beauty now common place
a million mimicry's in plastic-made face
paints war paint on cheek and brow
and shouts with a dangerous frown
"Raise your blades at me with dread!"
"With Eos rise you'll all be dead!"
But plain Athena stays her hand
and looks down on the rabid band
with helmet and spear, in moonbeams clad
she shakes her head, expression sad
"Leave them be, my sister,"
"Do not let rise your anger."
But fair villain Beauty ran
and clutched at another man
"Ares!" cried the Goddess, "Act for me!"
and bloodthirsty God, he got to his feet
and with chariot of fire and wheels of bones
and Discord and Malice singing their songs
he rushed to do the bidding
to a conflict that needed winning.
But Apollo's chariot drew close
and blocked his path with the sun
"No, Brother, do not go."
"This is not a war to be won."
And below Demeter drew back her hand
and crops and rivers dried to sand
and Persephone never rose from her tomb
to usher new life from springtimes womb
and Hades fickle laugh with Hermes nervous snicker
Artemis let wane the moon and stars flicker.
And darkness shut out a world malcontented
left in darkness as the people lamented
and Eos stayed abed for years at a time
Prometheus fires wouldn't burn, the cities were slime
and those that once were men
were transformed once then again...
and from the darkness there rose
things with sightless eyes, creatures predisposed
to live in blackness and filth by Fates three
and banished were they to the depth of the sea.
And there they live still, in the Challenger Deep
and further below even more of them sleep
the creatures that once molested the God's door
the myth, if that, of monsters called Noctor.
Apr 10, 2010
Apr 10, 2010 at 5:24 PM UTC
*For so many years I wandered
Through the night
With your sister Selene,
Laughing and smiling:
A grim facade
So no one would question me.
Her cold moonlight
Allowed my charade to go unnoticed.*
*Little did I know that you,
My very own Helios,
Were floating through my night unseen
On the flat underbelly of the earth.*
*Then without warning
I saw your other sister Eos.
She taunted me
With the first of your rays,
Giving me a glimpse
Of what it meant to walk in your light.
Snatches of the impending dawn
Teased me with their muted hues.*
*Suddenly, you in your golden chariot Peeked just over the horizon
I tried to flee west;
Afraid to believe
The warming rays emanating
From you could be real.
I tried to uproot the gleaming tendrils
From my jaded heart
But I couldn't outrun the sun.*
*So I gave up trying.
I turned to face you.
I kept my eyes closed at first,
Cautiously
Letting the radiance of your being Illuminate the damaged corners;
The scars of my aura
Layed bare before your brilliance.*
And still you came.
*So I opened my eyes
And saw that every scar,
Every damaged piece of my spirit
Was made beautiful
Before your smoldering gaze.*
*Joyously I took your outstretched hand
Now I wander with you
Through the painted mesa skies
From cloud to cloud
In a leaping pirouette
Never to allow the night
To take residence in my heart again.*
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Tender
As the flow of water across a light reed
Flowing, gentle as the soft kiss of sunshine over the morning dew
Like the fireflies lightly glowing
Through the night of passionate embraces
Every dance, every smile, every secret meeting
The waves crashing around us, the sunset glow on your face
A slow dance of love in the rain
Sparkling eyes and water lightly disentangled from your lashes
The distance and the soft voice, like music
Stirring deep within, calm, a melody
Every night, the closeness through the distance
Your laughter, in the archway of dreams glowing
Alight in my universe, wild goddess with the quiet smile
Yet mad, a force invisible, powerful
A gale of passion and emotion
Raging, pulling together, night through night
Alight. My Eos, sweet dawn, shy as a deer
Sweet as the morning dew
Curtains of dreams that I walk through
Brushing my eyes lightly,
Making them water by their sheer beauty
The elegance of emotion, of caring
Of silence, and of sharing
The hour of departure
A moment of distance and
I return but the river has flown
The winds have gone
To a distant land
Where a melody lingers
Quiet
Hush child
You cannot cry
You’re no child
This is how it must be
It was (\not\) your fault
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
I was 18 and surrendered to a Van Gogh sunset,
The Aegean Sea a calm mirror,
Plato’s sun, rose-red and dying,
A shift from wind to breeze,
Each night negotiates a calm.
There were eight of us
Inside the cave,
A cathedral inside a mountain,
Our home, high upside a cliff,
The mountain shepherds unhappy
With our stake,
Until we saved the lamb.
We’d found each other,
An octad to a family formed,
Wandering, drinking, annoying the Swiss,
Our freedom dangerous,
Beyond control,
Our odd desire to just be.
Hell, we were reading Hesse,
One of their own,
Our Swiss welcome spent,
They’d had enough,
And so we left for Athens,
To dance and sing,
And tender the sad patience of the Greeks.
Eighteen hours on the ferry to Eos,
People barfed huge arcs over the railing,
Then sat down to reread the headlines for the hundredth time,
Eos was an island of no cars, sparse electricity,
An abundance of religion
And a constant flow and cask of wine.
Retsina, the barrel sealing resin of the Aleppo pine,
An odd and unmistakable taste,
It left a hangover like a warning shot,
The only cure to drink again.
We spent Easter high on acid,
In the back pews of a church,
A thousand years of candles
White walls black with carbon,
A priest, a chalice, the smoking thurible,
A pendulum of incense and pure thought,
The ancients practiced faith with all their senses.
On cloudy moonless nights,
We walked the miles home,
Sandals slap on a sugar sand,
The beach ours, all of it
So dark we could only hear the sea,
The rhythm of the waves like the downbeat of the earth,
We plodded to its dark measure in a line,
On return, from village, church,
Or a lover’s walk through miles of wild daisies,
Until the rediscovered goat path up to our cave,
A Sisyphean task, a find each time,
Drunk, ****** alive, young, nuclear with hope and desire,
We would change the world,
We would mend kind all the broken parts.
And in our cave,
The sounds of others making love,
Rough grunts and soft sighs, whisper kisses,
I would think and dream,
And ride the silver of those waves
Our lives like skipping stones,
Brief, beautiful, and bound.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
The Nor'easter in my mind won't settle
The inside of my scalp is wind-burned
Every step is won in a never ending battle
Every breath stolen like a meter of ground
I bury myself a trench
trying to escape the clutches of Zephyrus
All four gods circle around me in a typhoon of noise
Eos's sons, vultures in my head
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
facing the piercing sun on my skin.
new day to hate the person staring back at me in the mirror.
another day to regret waking up.
salty tears crawl down my skin, burning my pores with scars of old memories.
hiding inside my own house of bones.
today is a present.
too bad I had receiving gifts
I get dressed
slowly putting on particles of clothing
painting on a fake smile with my eos chapstick
good morning sunshine, the earth says hello.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Betwixt the crest
Of midnight and
Prime, the sopped
Tears of St. Lawrence
Fire like Cupid's arrows
Breaking deftly upon
The declivity of
Flamberge's wave
Sparking first things
First, purviewing a
A few things besides
Loves agony as Eos
Razes the unconcerned
Thurible of dawn like
A ghoulish sacring bell.
Eleete J Muir
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Wandering on a road unpaved .
Alone and broken, against the wind I braved.
Lost was my passion for the journey ahead.
Heading I was to the land of the dead
Blind I was to color, as I was to love.
I prayed for someone to be sent from above.
It was then, with the east wind came eos.
A look at him, and I went in a state of chaos.
For he was a rose dearest to god.
At his gracefulness, the swans felt awed.
I looked at the land, barren and infertile,
There now blossomed an iris, unspoiled sterile.
Together, I knew, we would make a whole.
For in him I saw, a reflection of my soul.
And hence, He proposed to me to be my partner.
For the journey that lies ahead.
From there on our paths were one.
As we walked towards the rising sun.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
facing the piercing sun on my skin.
new day to hate the person staring back at me in the mirror.
another day to regret waking up.
salty tears crawl down my skin, burning my pores with scars of old memories.
hiding inside my own house of bones.
today is a present.
too bad I had receiving gifts
I get dressed
slowly putting on particles of clothing
painting on a fake smile with my eos chapstick
good morning sunshine, the earth says hello.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Tonight we’ll share the heavens;
Souls knitted into one,
Fly together we, the ochre moontrails,
on gossamer wings.
The decanter overflows with nectar;
its sweetness permeates the ethereal void,
like ephemerous orbs when touched
by the hands of a child.
The secret Garden’s lit by Eos’ mirth;
polychromatic hues emanate from glassine showers;
Gait filling the place, radiating in splendor,
Warming every psyche in its solace.
Silence may, yet rule the void;
Plenary peace acquiesced e’en for a nanosecond.
Then from some aperture, a tiny tingle crescendos,
as the angelic host thunder their majestic heralds.
Come with me now my beloved;
Dry I your tears with lotus petals,
Come with me now, reach out your hand
and together we’ll share a millennium in a succinct moment
in this paradise called DREAMS.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Consciousness rears its reptile head;
Medusa in the morning gloom.
You wake to iron silence,
a tourist in a rented room.
I have never feared death
but often been terrified of life.
Chaos theory is not a balm
when the unexpected fall begins,
the sudden plummet into strife.
Life says no so often and loudly
we begin to doubt the yes.
The performance begins anew;
the usher guides you to your seat.
The mortal day coiled like a viper
ready to strike and poison.
Wise souls move through the murk
one careful step at a time.
When you rise, check your weapons;
be careful where you place your feet.
~mce
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Vilified,
Oh so dignified,
Let me **** your mind,
And afterwards,
Lay besides,
The tide's cruel remorse,
Where you got your award,
The ring that binds,
Your worthless force,
Tied to another, by bonds,
Of silver lies, and golden lines,
Wrapped around rings,
Made of skin and dust,
Oh I smile, as I **** another,
Of my previous selves.
I know who I am, who I am,
Says Sam, Sam that I am,
Sam, go back in your can,
It's not amatuer hour, this can't stand,
Go, duck your head in the sand,
Its do or die time, gotta make it land,
The deals are there, you gotta play the numbers,
Make hay when the sun is shining,
Lie when the customer needs to be buying,
Happiness is morose, it twists and moats,
Like an irregular river, never satisfied,
Dried up, losing all hope,
No this is John's hour, the feelings are irrelevant,
I cast them aside, like a blind man's irrelevance,
I'm agnostic so I'm irreverent,
let me tell you what that means,
I'm a ***** and a testament,
To a master and a question,
Left on stone, tablet, and parchment,
Ill last the times, my words echoin',
A big bang of passion and death reverberin',
Into the minds of the young, the innocent,
I'll smile, as my **** swells in hell or heaven,
And I'll *** down onto the world, and into every ******
And I'll laugh and laugh, a burning,
the once kind heart of an innocent feeling,
Gone, lost upon the fates long winds and,
I'll still be smiling even when they are all gone,
And finally my big bang is forgotton,
And the light will have long left my eyes, testosterone,
Absent for many an eos,
And I'll be alone then, and again,
Ill smile, but it wont quite reach,
My oft forgot soul.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC