From the Sun

Helios always said that he would one day write a book

Of all the things that he witnessed in a day.

Up in the sun chariot he watched and he took

Notes on too many tales to relay.

I, Apollo, replaced the old sot

Who begged me to share in his desire.

I had no interest until I saw the lot

And the idea grew like wildfire.

So many people, so many stories―

From crimes to cults to pranks galore.

I witnessed so much that I created categories

And even then there was always more.

Murder, affairs, Hermes doing wrong,

Spontaneous dancing, and cooking disasters.

Enthusiastic theatre kids bursting into song,

And impusively sarcastic weather forecasters.

Athena giving her children wings,

Clueless parents losing their kids.

Loving couples exchanging their rings,

And Poseidon in his palace playing with squids.

Each night I wrote three-hundred pages

Detailing the day to my best recollection,

But somehow even if I wrote for ages

There would always be more to every section.

Eventually I deemed it to be too much

To contain to one single volume alone.

So instead I settled on a lighter touch―

I would tell the stories in my natural tone.

Why, poetry, of course, it is the obvious choice!

As the god of poetry, I ooze a clear magnificence.

Instead of one book utterly lacking in my voice,

Several tomes of poetry overflowing with my brilliance.

So enjoy these poems and allow me to introduce:

From the Sun for your consideration and praise.

Please go on and express your love to Zeus,

And maybe he will give me a well-deserved raise.