Sisyphus and His Boulder
In this poem, I journey imaginatively to Hades to visit Sisyphus, the ancient king of Corinth who, because of his arrogance, was cursed to repeatedly roll a boulder up a hill only to have it roll back down on him. Even if no one else gets it, I like the irony of this poem. Sisyphus hasn’t learned his lesson; he arrogantly believes he’s in control, but the irregularly indented enjambed lines of the middle stanza show that nothing has changed. He’s still doing all he can to catch that damned boulder.