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Apr 05, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Lethe

The evening shadows stretch their languid form,shrugging working cloth from need-shackled day.Each lightened step pursued by a growing stormof weighted thought and naked, sombre-grey. Cares etched in ashen face and pencilled lips,drawn in their mask, composing each defeatby twists and lies whose worn existence slipsand slides into truth's newborn deceit. Cocooned by myth of spirit breaking free,hopes buoyed with a cloud-burst's electric birthslow-gather in pools like a despond sea,sucked back by the slough of forgetful earth.

— professor, Apr 05, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: China/Sichuan/Chengdu, CHN

Favorite Poets: Yeats, Elliot, Auden, Keats, Shelley, Byron

Critiques

Seren

17 years 2 months ago

Expressive

Incredibly good I love the way you use the writen word ... Loved it ... The stars fell down and formed a crown :) Love and light JayC x x

professor

17 years 2 months ago

Thanks JayC

for such praise. Something of a depressing poem for a Sunday morning and does not in fact reflect my mood at all. Just came out this way lol. Keith x

Seren

17 years 2 months ago

Your Welcome

though i didnt find it depessing so much as lonely ?? maybe im wrong LOL ... Love and Light JayC x x

professor

17 years 2 months ago

We are all alone

in the battle of self JayC but not necessarily lonely. This is merely about struggling to break free from an apparently endless cycle of defeat and oppression where it sometimes feels that even the earth itself is against you. Keith x

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Lethe ~ Dark

Lethe ~ Dark Tranquility http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SNUO2UPfzk ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

professor

17 years 2 months ago

Perhaps more like the struggle

against forgeting there is something beyond despair Anna. Never heard Dark Tranquility before...not bad. Thanks Keith

Nordic cloud

17 years 2 months ago

You would have more than

You would have more than Lord Byron or William Wordsworth feeling at home in this silioquoy Lethe. I feel set into another era, that of the Romantics and you do it well too. Ann of Norway

professor

17 years 2 months ago

Yes Ann

i have always considered myself a classical Romantic poet who had the misfortune to be born too late lol. Thanks for putting me with such illustrious company. BW Keith

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Now, Keith, what would your

Now, Keith, what would your adoring ladies (& gentlemen) do without your presence in the here and now? I am after all, a hopeless, incurable romantic, although I think I fell in love with your smile (when you posted your picture... I'm not all that sure of your blue angel incarnation ;-) Romantics fall in and out of love so easily.... lol. ~A

themoonman

17 years 2 months ago

Lethe...

I think at times we all want to forget today and all its woes... but if we are lucky, there is tomorrow... enjoyed the read professor... and what I took from it, be it what you intended or not... Richard

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Hi Richard,Once a poem is

Hi Richard, Once a poem is read by *you* the reader, it is no longer the *poets'*. do with me what you will this poem is everything you want burn me in effigy nail me to a tree crumple me with denial and I'll haunt you with your eyes. hugz, ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

professor

17 years 2 months ago

Indeed there is always

the thought of tomorrow even if, as the old adage goes, tomorrow never actually comes lol. Thanks for the thought. BW Keith

orgami

17 years 2 months ago

Troika (and Vodka cures all)

tremdously good write smashing fine words some of which I know no meaning however I enjoy this poem we are swept up in the return of winter soft as lynx fur spotted with the motes of dirt like afterthoughts lingering on a tightening smile

Nordic cloud

17 years 2 months ago

You made me laugh out loud

Skaal Orgami," fine words some of which I know no meaning." It is perhaps also in these words that the hidden magic of the message of such poetry lies. The sounds, the sway of the green- leafed words that mesmerise and dematerialise, sending us into other worlds not our own, yes a kind of magic, if we can ride with the harmony of it without prejudice. Your comment is awe awakening too, you magician you..... Yours Ann

professor

17 years 2 months ago

Ah Orgami

there is meaning in all and words both rare and common are merely the spoken episodes of a soul's dictionary of experience. Loved your comment my friend. BW Keith

Tonya

17 years 2 months ago

Yes, is a bit depressing,

but so well and poetically penned. This is what I gleaned from your work as I read. The words settle about my shoulders as a mantle, finding comfort in the opening lines of coming home to relax and unwind after a long day of work. Still, knowing the problems of the day have not disappeared, tingeing my relief of home with the realities of situations born nowadays. We look with disdain at each new idea we are fed these days, things that are suppose to make everything all better, though don’t we know better? Led into false pretenses, accepting as most humans seem to be, we just go with the flow, adapting, conforming, settling again for ideas of others not our own. Loved the last stanza….especially these lines: ‘Cocooned by myth of spirit breaking free, Hopes buoyed with a cloud-burst’s electric birth slow-gather in pools like a despond sea, sucked back by the slough of forgetful earth.’ Really, really nicely put. Always Sincere, Tonya

professor

17 years 2 months ago

Thankyou Tonya

for such moving comments. Yes it is a dark and somewhat depressing Romantic style poem although the hope lies in the fact that the daily struggle will always continue no matter what. Im glad you like the last verse, it is my favourite too. BW Keith