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