Nova

Where do I begin

My love

Into what dark crevice

From which I have crawled 

First will you delve,

First will you ask of me

To show you

 

Perhaps I prefer the newness I feel

Watching out for old hunters with my

 cervine eyes

Bloodied antlers graced with little soft tufts

Of golden brown fur

I became something new and old

A relic of the forgotten world

Reborn

 

Travel along the asking trails and do not demand

Something literal

Something finite

Only look where I gesture and see

And feel

But do not pry

I give you a delicate telling

To protect your eyes

Your grace

I cannot bear, love

To see my hurts weigh on your face

 

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lyrycsyntyme's picture

The imagery and metaphor here

The imagery and metaphor here are quite unique. I found this poem, on the whole, to be very good. The closing was such a beautiful expression of empathy towards a loved ones pain.

J-C4113D's picture

I agree.  This poet's love

I agree.  This poet's love poems are among the finest, and most poignant, that I have ever read.  Just too few of them, all too few. The way he deploys his words to convey piercing emotion is, in my mind, textbook perfect, and shoujld serve as an example to other poets.


J-Called

rachel's picture

I am graced by your praise,

I am graced by your praise, thank you so much. I will try to add a few more love poems 

J-C4113D's picture

That will be an event to

That will be an event to which I will look forward with great anticipation.  I mean that sincerely!!!!


J-Called