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Odysseus

Resourceful Odysseus, why did you never age

In the twenty years of wandering, diving through the waves.

Your spirit never flagging, though weakened temporarily

By monstrous smashing waves, or the Sirens‘ dangerous song.

 

Only to recover, recuperate from the abyss

Of shipwrecked sleep, exhaustion,

Upon bedraggled rocks?


Biography

Cloudsley, Tim, MA; British independent academic researcher and writer, poet, essayist, and short story writer resident in Colombia; formerly lecturer in Sociology at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh, Scotland.


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