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.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-12-03 at 16:49
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