"Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving." - Kahlil Gibran
"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out." - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much a heart can hold." - Zelda Fitzgerald
Elena Dudina again...Here's the white queen, one of them, anyway.Just what would I do for love?
Crossing Broken Ground
If I handed you
a twilight gray dove ready
to fly high for peace
could you find it in
your holy graces to accept
me as your lover?
Is there a dragon
I must slay, or an ocean
I must cross as well?
These were the questions
I thought to ask the white queen
as I descended
the oaken stile raised
to span the broken ground found
askew between us.
September 10, 2009 12:40 PM
9 comments:
Mmmmm. Beautiful poem. Sad in it's way, for there are those we love and no amount of dragon slaying can make them love us back.
Yeppers, that's the point. What would I do for love? Perhaps someone would say "not enough" and I would say "I can't give more than this." Maybe I can slay one dragon and my lover wants ten.
When I write about love, I write about what I know, what I've been and also what I have seen. What I write about is not all pretty or all that healthy. I don't think this poem teaches what to do so much as it shows one of the possible entanglements. I don't think you can actually prove love, though you can prove motivation. That may be enough. Some people think so.
On the other hand if the beloved really is a goddess, this kind of devotion may be rewarded a hundredfold, which may make the whole thing work.
♫I can't make you love me
if you don't
You can't make your heart feel
something it won't
Here in the dark
in these final hours
I will lay down my heart
and I'll feel the power
but you won't.♫
(I can't make you love me)
Yer singin' to me!!
:D
Why yes I am. I got a break-out song for everything. It'll get annoying after awhile :) I started another blog just to try and stiffle this urge...keep it under wraps. I don't think it's workin'!
Okay, but I liked it. :)
Ummmm. I don't think that if we must stop in our tracks and ask these questions that the love is worthy. Ok. That was first pass. And now I'm thinking, is this so?......................................................................................................
Perhaps not. Did I just react romantically? I do believe I did. Perhaps if we asked these questions things would not fall apart as they do.
xo
erin
...the love is worthy... I don't truly know from worthy. I have asked about that my whole life and never found a satisfactory answer. It is too obvious that so much of human life is built around more or less conscious arrangements within which a whole working career, for example, or a whole arranged marriage takes place. I don't find a way to actually belittle such things and say something like if I don't find my passion the life is somehow less than some other life I might have found, driven by passion.
In fact, the last time that passion actually drove the whole thing I knew it couldn't last from that moment before I entered the relationship that I knew I was going to do it and take the consequences. Coming out of that relationship, I know I would do it again.
However, I am equally certain that joining with my wife was a true matter of destiny. It lasted over twenty years and I always felt it was better understood as an arrangement orchestrated by divinity than either of us following our hearts. That is why I cannot complain overmuch about the situation of my end of life, which is directly connected to the outcome of that marriage.
Heart
I wrote this poem in like two minutes, ok maybe ten, in November of 2004 when I thought I was dying of a broken Heart, a-gain.
I would like to share this in response to some of my friends poems.
Heart
I've wandered the dark
eons of time
arms outstretched
hoping to find
a soul
my love
the Heart
that would beat with mine.
I've seen you before
in fields of green
just out of reach
only a dream.
I've lived many times
never finding my Heart.
Is it fated to be
forever apart.....
I hear a voice calling,
hoping to find....
A Heart
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