Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Crossing Broken Ground

"We have before us the glorious opportunity to inject a new dimension of love into the veins of our civilization." - Martin Luther King, Jr

"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


  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. ♫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)

  4. 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'!

  5. 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.


  6. ...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.

  7. 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.


    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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