Dragon Tears

The healing power of love and the joy found in the freedom to share tears...

Cursed with perfection's mirror,

I could only measure my failings,

Accomplishments piled to mountainous heights,

Like a dragon’s horded treasure.

My bed bringing the envious and thieving,

Snitching as they avoid the smoke and fire.

 

Oh, but I could fly!

A giant soaring beyond the blue horizon,

Only to land spent,

Dumping my treasure gained,

Bound to sulfurous complaints,

Unable to escape the gravity of my atmosphere.

 

I was not invincible.

Deep wounds oozed beneath hardened scales.

Feigning satisfaction behind the thinness of a false smile,

Chest puffed thick with the fullness of pride,

Sucking up years of toxic lore,

Lava burning tender, hidden depths.

 

She found me quite by accident.

Choosing to see the man within,

~ She loved ~ I was undone.

Armored shell transformed to golden sensitivity,

She bathed me in the cathartic tears of my transformation.

My perfection found at last ~ reflected in the mirror of her eyes ~

Author's Note

Not sure how this translates... be honest. I feel lost with my poetry of late.

Reviews

[Caradoc]

This is quite interesting.

Because I love dragons, this was an extra treat for me, so I'll give you points for my personal bias. The dragon and its hoard as a metaphor was clever and expertly done I think. Your points about perfections mirror were also well done and I certainly felt a sense of...self-deprecation throughout. In the end though, you brought it to a lighter shade of story, with the unlikely woman and her love.

Your final line was by far my favorite from the whole poem.

One thing I noticed, and I do wonder...first stanza, third line, was "pilled" perhaps meant to be "piled"? That seems like the word you were looking for.

Overall though, I very much enjoyed this work of yours. You penned it well. Perhaps you are not as lost as you feel.

Edit: Your poem also reminded me, appropriately so, of the song, "Tears of the Dragon" by Bruce Dickinson.

-Caradoc

[David Scott]

Thank you for your excellent review and for the help with the spelling error.
I do not know this song, but I will listen to it today.
Oh... I was not trying to overly depreciative, rather honest about our inability to reach the perfection we seek by our won efforts alone... Also, the "blob" of our massed achievements measure up to nothing when we evaluate our true value in the universe... Just being real... ;)
I am glad the poem felt like it ended on a high note for you. I felt this to be a mountaintop indeed.
Thank you again.
Scott.

[Caradoc]

You are very welcome.

Good luck with communing with your muse on future works.

[David Scott]

This poem was inspired years ago...
Actually, I was reading a poem today from a young writer about finding young love and he told his love not to cry in the poem... I thought how sad really... I was the happiest I have ever been when I was finally able to cry.
I feel haunted more than mused these days though...

[Caradoc]

I find tears of joy are vastly preferable to tears of sorrow.