Get Your Premium Membership

Mnemosyne

O Mnemosyne repugn thy persistent nilling Shield not thine fenestella from my tarantistic spirit so earnestly yearning Lift thy scialytic veil and evince those furibund relics from Lethe's depths. Memories of mother's soft serene womb Now to me doth arise Relics once lost to this humble gerontion Now arise--feeling the sublime comfort The caring and secure feeling--weightlessness, Floating in mother's secure inner chamber Occlude not this noetic myrmidon Jape not and render a nisis with alacrity genteel. O Mnemosyne jounce and Dive through the seiche of Lethe repugning. Anon, bathe me in myriad visions revealing. Now is revealed the conception. What a most magnificent memory! A silent beautiful explosion of myriad colors Streaming to and fro rapidly and slowly all At once--awe upon delightful awe Vocabulary: Mnemosyne-Gr. Myth-the goddess of memory; repugn-to oppose/resist; nill-v.t. arch.-to be unwilling; fenestella-a small window opening in an altar allowing relics within to be seen; tarantism-nervous disorder characterized by mania for dancing and music; scialytic-adj.-dispersing or dispelling shadows; evince- to show in a clear manner/to manifest; furibund-adj.-rare-filled with or marked by rage or frenzy; Lethe-Gr/Roman Myth-river of forgetfullness; gerontion-Gr.- old man; occlude-v. to shut out/obstruct; noetic-Gr. Phil.-adj.-of or pertaining to intellectual or rational activity; myrmidon- loyal follower; jape-v.-to jest/jeer/mock; nisis-n.pl.Latin-exercise of power in acting or attempting/an endeavor; jounce-v.t. & v.i.-to shake or move roughly up and down/jolt; seiche-n.-rhythmic occilation of water above and below the mean level of lakes Go to "Gallery 4" at: http://groups.msn.com/hart2/shoebox.msnw for more poetry by Mr. David Hart

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things