“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label Lethe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lethe. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Strong brew
'Heady' is the word used to describe a strong flavor
in a frothy beverage which elevates air bubbles
atop like a crown
posing as liquid
refreshment.
Ritual reminds us of our human places
since we have lost our short memories to
long distant goals in a wash of faces.
Denial dislodges the grey dust in the river
Lethe,
making banks
to hold all the silt.
On one side
the body wants
crossing over
the other
side, the mind seeks
an abundant place to camp,
this way,
we will never thirst
for fresher air, mineral waters
or will-power.
Currents consume us in a present sense
of temperature and surface speed
while wading and resisting the pull
to go deeper and deeper
filling the mouth and
trapping air.
It begins
to sink in.
Photo credit By Paultoff [FAL or Public domain], from Wikimedia Commons.
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