lean on love
lean on love
it is a flower
grasping the sun
between bending trees
lean on love
it is a shrub
flattened under its
miraculous blooms
lean on love
it is a train
speeding
to its next appointment
lean on love
when your waking breath
is the dust
of the cratered moon
it is a flower
grasping the sun
between bending trees
lean on love
it is a shrub
flattened under its
miraculous blooms
lean on love
it is a train
speeding
to its next appointment
lean on love
when your waking breath
is the dust
of the cratered moon
posted by Yes at 10:17 PM
5 Comments:
I love the light and optimism of this poem. It's message, as well as execution, is beautiful. All of your stanzas here are poems in their own right. You brought the whole peice to a wonderful conclusion, however, with "when you breath is the dust of the cratered moon". It's always a pleasure stopping by to see your latest.
Also, I really like the title. It has a lilting lyrical loveliness!
Thank you for your kind alliteration, Lee...actually I have hesitated to reply to your comment, but you have shamed me into it!
You have brought this poem into the light and air, with your interpretation. It was actually written as an ironic cry of despair. I was portraying love as too weak to lean on; you saw it as strong enough to meet challenges. Since your view is on the side of the angels, it naturally won out. I like your reading of it much better!
The reason I hesitated to say this is I didn't want to spoil the beauty of the poem for you. Silly me! Your optimism is much stronger than my despair. You're simply right, and more perceptive than I, that's all.
I feel you despair in the last stanza. BUT FEAR NOT! Even in despair you images are heavenly. Truly, it is the despair of a cherubim playing a lovely sad melody for her mother on high.
You make Gabriel smile
(and me too).
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