Nostos
A Satirical, Seasonal Sonnet
Sing something, O ingenious AI
Of heroes, grudgingly returned to work
Having repressed their wish simply to die
With bland feasts, games, perhaps a firework
Many old places had they visited
Custom, habit and guilt leading them back
Into the arms of those they had escaped
Having roamed, all did, muttering, backtrack
Tales were told, over moist bread and dry bird
Of visits to odd lands, and of their ways
Learned, so that the sacred words might be heard
Of promotions, contracts; whatever pays
For that, really, had they boldly left home
For that would they continue far to roam
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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"Having repressed their wish simply to die" That's my favourite line. I do it everyday. It's a vicious cycle or shall I quote my poem and say "barbarous cycle"? Lol. Anyway, I loved your poem!
😆🤣 Nice one D.J..if a little morbid particular paired with your chosen cover image designed! 😂 ..“repressed their wish simply to die” and “moist bread and dry bird” had me!
That picture got me!
Excellent! Moist bread and dry bird!
Great sonnet, and absolutely hilarious ironic artwork!
Oh so damning, and oh so true.