Work-a-day Blues

Work-a-day Blues

A Poem by Nautili

Roll the stone up the mountain,
Toil, labor, sweat.
Roll the stone up the mountain,
Zeus hasn’t the best of you - yet.

Roll the stone up the mountain,
Drudgery day by day …
Roll the stone up the mountain,
Tired and weary. Do it anyway.

Roll the stone up the mountain,
Tendons and muscles burning…
Roll the stone up the mountain,
Tartarus’ cogwheels turning.

Roll the stone up the mountain,
Sisyphysical labor, my friend.
When it rolls back down,
Descend … and begin again.

 

 

© 2012 Nautili


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Aha, so this is the Sisyphus poem eh? :)
Short and blunt, I like how the lines hit home.
From the title, I get the impression that this is a portrait of someone stuck in some soul-destroying job, with Zeus the taskmaster cracking the whip sadistically over his head...? :)
The last stanza is great...Shall he ever rest?

Posted 12 Years Ago


Im curious as to the connection.....they must be a connection here. right?

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is very refreshing in its honesty. Life's burdens can be hard and does it ever give us a break? Once in a while, only to hit us hard again.
I really like the repetition in this piece because it makes the rhythm of the poem. Hmm this would be a very impressive spoken word piece!
Oh, and I liked the reference to Zeus. It brings this poem to a whole new level, a spiritual and higher one. Superb piece!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Oh, how perfect to describe the toil of it all. Love it 100/100

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is hilarious. Sisyphysical labor!!!! Great job....won't be hard finding anyone able to relate, for sure.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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