Absynthe Poem

[cloud jaguar]

When five or seven cups I drink, and into sleep my mind doth sink,

I find that when I wake anon, my languid fleeting dreams are gone.

Yet memories persist, so clear, I clasp them like a lover dear,

Of subtler realms and crystal spires, of daemon pits and faerie lyres.

Pervade with rose my watered muse, my soul, my heart, my verdant ruse.

The emerald fae drips... drop... by... drop. I mean to, yet I cannot stop.

I know not why I sip of thee, partaking of green ecstasy.

As through pierc'd spoon you drip... drip... drip,

My thoughts from this realm slip... slip… slip.

Your sweetness soothes my addled mind.

What is it that they who seek find?

~Roland Trevino

 

[Katnapper]

Awwww.... I'm impressed, Roland!

That's very good.

 

[hibiscusmile]

I'm thinking rehab! with dr. drew! :lol:

ps, good one!

 

[ismart]

That was very good! I think i'll have a drink now. :lol:

 

[PhilinYuma]

Wow! A real poim what scans and everythink!

You really did a nice job here, Roland, on a number of levels. I am sure, though, that you saw the problem with the last line. The sense of the poem doesn't seem to call for a dramatic metrical change (Yay! I'm writing about something that I was trained in, for once!) and you might want to consider revising it prior to publication.

But, I am seriously impressed!

 

[cloud jaguar]

lol