Come and gone... beyond
Hi Letty,
I like this one... a lot!
I tend to reply to poetry in semi-analytical fashion, (usually losing myself in tangential digressions)... I'm not sure if that is the norm for this board, still I'll blunder ahead hoping all and sundry might forgive my novice transgressions.
A lover's last lament for nepenthe?
I think rather this speaks as well of the lover of Life, pondering that inevitable faithless abandonment.
And yet this wonderful poem is also a work of Faith...
asserting that light lingers. Starlight is the perfect metaphor to express this.
Denying ebon eventide,
Grieving in the woe of nova.
A dying star's light lasts
so long beyond it's epitaph.
And as your poem suggests, it lives even beyond such faint illumination, shining so long as memory endures.
I love the way your poem refutes apathy and anonymity, on both a smaller and a larger stage.
Did I mention that I really like this poem?
I'm very glad I read this one.