Agamemnon, full of heart, is always confused by
Menelaos, his sword bearing brother
with full beard and big laugh,
drinking from a horn,
and drinking with the men,
playing cards and telling stories
until all hours of the night.
If Menelaos were not his brother,
he could understand why Helen
left with a younger man,
a knockout like her married to
an uncomplicated man like
Menelaos.
It never could work.
Helen might have liked Menelaos
rugged good looks and his
rustic ease.
He never cheated or lied,
but quite probably never
felt so strongly that he needed to.
Though agamemnon...
Agamemnon had more pain in
his days, and didn't
(this is a good one, again, a start of one. I will work on it)
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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