PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Patricia's response to this poem is so appropriate and well expressed that my own words have nothing that can be added to it.  I will say, however, that I applaud how much movement or process you have choreographed into the brevity of this poem.  There is the likening to a rose illuminated in moonlight; then a becoming, becoming the moon itself; then a ripening of moonlight upon some satis texture (satin on a bed, perhaps?), and then the effect of her heels' heat upon the speaker's brain.  The poem's apparent brevity reminds me of the placid surface of a substantial body of water---say, for example, a rural lake.  The surface impression (in this case, the poem's brevity) does not disclose the profound depths of meaning it contains, until it has been read---and multiple readings reveal a deeper connectedness to some of the finest Poetry of all time:  how many of our great Poets have written of rose, moonlight, and impressions burned into the mind.  Spinoza's poem connects with all of them, while remaining---independently and impressively---itself.  

The first stanza births picturesque and luminous imagery, the second blossoms into a majestic metaphor and the rest . . . Wow! It enters into some truly ethereal and elevated territory that interweaves sensuality with the sublime.

A praise-worthy creation I could read again and again and revel in as much as the first time.

Respect!