Bagatelle No. 1 - Julius Caesar*

*Some of the phrases in the poem are from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. This poem was written for a school assignment. Still imperfect, perhaps not finished.

As the tempest calls

back the scolding wind

with cooling repentance

The knotty oaks of the ship bind

Ambitious ocean’s foam losing presence

threatening clouds resigned

Tempest unleashing no fire

A gift from Heaven

The Situation still dire

Boldly the sailors sordidly sailed on

Fearing Poseidon avenging his son wrathfully

lost comrades, wailing widows, chaotic echelon

Drizzled blood of soldiers upon the sea pallidly

Endless blue reality vanishing to insane fantasy

naive Thoughts of reaching the land of Parthenon

Their graves already prepared in Hades’ Halls

The sea unforgiving

Yet beyond clouds, Zeus kindly calls

Cursing Poseidon’s cruel deceiving

blue sky and peace a lying temptress

For the sea beckons a new tempest

The sailors are groaning for burial

they shall soon become Ethereal