Chasing Homer

The Grecian seas are wine dark,
Warm and can lull you to sleep.

Or so I’ve heard.

I’ve not stepped a foot on their sands
But if I could, I’d walk along their shores.

Take it all in.
Close my eyes even.
And think of wars, heroes and Gods

With each step mingling my soul
With the place but traversing time
To two thousand years ago.

So my pace can match his who wrote
Of wars, heroes and Gods
Right by these shores (I imagine)
With the waves clapping near his ears
And the coarse sand between his toes
And a song stuck inside his throat

That he just has to get out.




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Written on 2025-12-03 at 16:49

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done.
2025-12-03