The dove puts its refined eyesight on me,
Perched in one of my backyard acorn trees.
It angles its glance, oddly quick & curious.
It seems to see me with a peculiar intrigue.
It hops off the branch and maneuvers thru
Leafy summertime sprouts, coming close...
It hovers in the air with flawless flapping
Of white wings---and soft, comforting gray;
And the strangeness in its searching eyes
Pierce so deep into my own searching soul
That I immediately want to weep---but nay;
It juxtaposes lightning and wraps its claws
Delicately around my strong collarbone and
Starts to serenade my psyche, wooing true.
The dove as an ethereal and
The dove as an ethereal and gentle healer, but also a symbol of power ("It juxtaposes lighting") is very meaningful and uplifting in this remarkable inner voyage. The dove seems to also be a messager that is personified beautifully with aspects of wisdom and compassion. A dramatic and inspiring event. Wondrous.
Wow! This is just so
Wow! This is just so beautiful and put me right there. I write from the inside you have a talent for both! Awesome clean and resonant! Wonderful!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I have often said you are a
I have often said you are a Symbolist---but I think this poem proves it beyond any question of mere opinion. The meaning and significance that you ascribe to the dove reminds me of Mallarme's poem about the swan on the frozen lake. The allusiveness in your poem allows it to connect not just to the contemporary reader, but to the greatness of symbolist poetry's history, and thus adds another dimension to the reading experience.
Starward