musings on musings on meaning
thoughts to summon the pantheon
what rock is this, sisyphus? did you choose this thing?
or was it thrust upon you in a godly
punitive rage? did you declare it or,
more likely, did camus proclaim it
in his autumnal musings on
your myth. a steady stream of
beleaguered thought, his gift
to those who might not
be able to
consider
you hap-
py.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
A Rose By Any Name
Just for you, my sweet, A red rose to start your week, To show that I care. [Author's note: This rose bloomed overnight. It weas so perfect in form , I had to send it to someone to remind them I was thinking about them. Out of that came this vey impromptu Haiku.]
By Calvin London4 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
Another splendid poem! Oh, I loved this and the imagery, and I really dig the breaking apart of the last word! That's so clever! Like Sisyphus I will be doomed to repeat my reading of this poem for many an age, haha! Thanks for taking the time to enter again!
Gorgeous writing!
Nice!!😊💕💗