A Love Poem
It had to happen sooner or later...a poem. I'll keep it brief for those of you who can't tolerate the stuff. Comment if you will.
A Love Poem
It is an incandescent love,
Brighter than a burning angel,
Brighter than the eye of God.
And with that light comes heat;
More than enough to melt the stars,
and fire the frozen moon.
posted by Jon @ 7:12 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Nice, Jon. Thank you for that. To me, heat is passion. Your poem makes that seem okay.
And now a new assignment....I have heat/passion for new assignments!
And, oh yeah, anytime you want to talk about politics on my blog try not to hold back. ;)
I feel that your juxtapositions of fire and ice illustrate effectively the power of passion to "melt the moon." What I found lacking was the cavernous dark that needs illumination. But then what do I know about poetry.
Nice Job Jon,
Posting the poem was courageous as well.
Heat of passion as Susan said, and heat of pain . . . I love your poems and I admit I am jealous. So there! To "fire the frozen moon" is to melt her, to summer her, to ignite her - and that can be as dangerous as driving a 12 cylinder Jaguar (she'll give you the ride of your life and it may just kill you!) The moon represents so many things . . . it sheds light on that that is ready to be harvested. It evokes passion and madness; is mythical and scientific; is a receiver and a provider yet a reflection of the source. It is the female energy, an ever changing waxing and waning entity. And that is only one side of her! Boy, we are complicated, aren't we?
I have no comment. I wanna comment. But I have no comment. It's a poem. There. That's my comment.
Pretty words.
I love the word incandescent.
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