Sisyphus
Each day he rolls that goddamned rock,
alive to the strain and sweat, so good
at rock rolling he can watch a bit
of what surrounds him, too.
It isn't heaven, true,
but neither is it hell.
It is a life.
alive to the strain and sweat, so good
at rock rolling he can watch a bit
of what surrounds him, too.
It isn't heaven, true,
but neither is it hell.
It is a life.
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The story of our life.
Always that shoulder to the stone...
Camus's take on Sisyphus always fascinated (and annoyed) me. I could never agree about the suicide thing.
Yes, it IS life.
This is beautiful.
Thanks to Joani, Gary, Steve, and Gloria for reading and commenting. I am grateful.
Wonderful!
Great poem! Love the form and the ironic humor!*
Thank you, Michael. I'm grateful that you read and commented.
very nice work. I love the "shape" and it fits, it all works.
Thank you, Meg.