Something To Remember

Swallow to follow, to find Tomorrow- We look to Love to seek our Sorrow And, lo! My Soul hath become so hollow (In my own worry I wearily wallow) I live to die, grow old and wither And slip away like snake to slither No thoughts are present, nor gathered hither- I drain in Rain to the depths of the River

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Aiden Asoll

Date: 8/23/2013 3:51:00 AM

This is a really well written poem, had to notice your name before I realised why you used "lo" and "hath" can't deny the beauty of archaism. Really enjoyed this poem as well, you don't waste a single word here, used as few as possible but with just as big a meaning, a skill I wish I could match. Kinda interesting also though because ages ago I once wrote a poem where I said "I live to die" except I meant it in a very different meaning, makes me think I should upload it... Great poem though

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/23/2013 6:19:00 AM

Many thanks for stopping by a leaving a reply, Aiden; your glowing review means so much to me. I have been heavily influenced by all the classic poets, especially Shelley and Poe, so I'm happy you appreciate the archaic quality. And I am all about brevity; personally, I prefer that a poem be no more than 16 lines, but naturally there are exceptions.

Allan Koven

Date: 8/22/2013 1:21:00 PM

I am a fan of your poetry too. Descriptive and always with a hint of sadness.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 8/22/2013 4:54:00 PM

I appreciate that, Allan. I have many reoccurring themes in my work, and probably chief among them, a tremendous melancholy sentiment. Thank you for stopping by, my friend :)