sisyphus

up and down

we push

there and back

we pull

who the f**k are you?

to say,

it's time to go

I cry

And start again

for a f*****g living

up and down

there and back

us and you

this becomes a rhythm 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Tessa Melendez]

I like this piece quite a bit. For some reason, I saw the title and immediately thought of my knowledge of Greek mythology that I've been holding onto for a long time (I was a Percy Jackson fangirl a few years ago). Then, I wondered if this would be a piece about depression or anxiety being a cyclical thing and then I realized, that's just how I would write on this topic. Ahahah.

As for the actual piece, I like the feeling of cyclicality (idk if that is an actual word but, today it is) that you put into the piece by setting the tone with Sisyphus and his curse of the boulder that will never stay at the top of the hill. I like that you applied that to your issue of being stuck between "us and you" and how sad it is that it can't be a maintained compromise of "us" each day or a rotation of three "us, you, me".

[Davidgeo]

Clever girl.

[Delmar Cooper]

Recently the poet Dave Skin replied to the reviewer R.J.Calzonetti, (probably not their real names) "Thanks Rj. I've been writing mostly garbage lately but I like this one." This sent me rooting through your garbage until I arrived here.
I read the highly favorable review by Ms. Meledez tho' I admit getting so lost in her second paragraph that I was only saved by a timely power failure. Yeah - what she said, muy cool- but my take away way was the f*****g.
F*****g, as I recall it, implied a rhythmic give and take - a push pull that results in something like a satisfactory result. It is of course denied to Sisyphus; the Greeks and their gods were big on denial, witness Proteus and Tantalus (There endeth my Bullfinch) but your f*****g idea works well for the poem.

End result: there is a gem in your garbage. I will root some more in search of a turnip.