Nepenthe
A thousand poems wed in one,
How many more before I’m done?
My spirit thirsts for just one sip,
of the nepenthe from her soft lip.
A thousand poems wed in one,
like a trellis life’s spider spun,
to hold up vines of lives I’ve lived,
beneath love’s rain the gods have sieved.
A thousand poems wed in one,
heartfelt feelings expressed as none,
all my drowned words keep failing me,
sinking into a wistful sea.
A thousand poems wed in one,
Will this heart last or be undone?
Enduring so much memory,
spread thin across eternity.
A thousand lives and now this one,
I fall and rise just like the Sun.
I suppose this poetic form might loosely be considered in the form of ars poetica.
ambiance: Kereshme
