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To Lethe

Longing grips me-— a familiar fire in contact with parched debris— spreading... Your eyes glaze over and you turn away. Within moments, the last of my spirits have gone to Hades. Ashamed, I turn over while tears trickle into my pillow. This new fire consumes me— —it is a thought: I want you— But surely I am unwanted... and to Lethe, I escape.

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David Scott

Date: 1/26/2021 5:57:00 AM

A sense of longing for sure what dose word lethe mean not heard ? Again another lovely write you rxspress your self well xx

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 1/27/2021 11:56:00 AM

Thank you for the sweet worde of encouragement, David. "Lethe" is an ancient Greek term, one of the five rivers in the Underworld of Hades. I believe some of the poets of the Romantic era reference Lethe in their works....Keats' "Ode to Melancholy" comes to mind. It's a sort of metaphor for oblivion or forgetfulness. ~Laura

Rob Levasseur

Date: 1/15/2021 8:22:00 AM

Enjoyed this write.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 1/15/2021 2:06:00 PM

Thanks so much for reading, Rob. Happy you enjoyed! <3 ~Laura

Justin Bordner

Date: 1/14/2021 9:40:00 AM

If it's Iove...it can't be shame Laura...we can love our way...tears and giggles and all...there's a beautiful, personal quietude to this soft burning poem that I love...J.A.B.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 1/15/2021 1:25:00 AM

Agreed, Justin. This poem is about the livid power of rejection - deathlike and dramatic as I tend to be. The words are soft but the feelings are loud. ~Laura