Troth

When you spoke my name
I became a swiftly running gazelle
dancing over desert dunes
unlacing strands of ancient song
fettered sorrows of the human heart
trampled vines buried and crushed

Lo! the wasteland yields a bud
rising from oases of fallen tears
“for passed away are the former things”
by the fragrant resurrection of love

Author's Note

“for passed away are the former things”
— modification of 21:4 of the Book of Revelation

Reviews

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

The poem you wrote is truly beautiful and inspiring. I love the way you use vivid imagery to convey the power of love to transform and renew. The image of the gazelle dancing over desert dunes is especially striking, and it suggests a sense of freedom and joy. I also appreciate the way you use language to convey a sense of spiritual depth, with lines like "for passed away are the former things" and "by the fragrant resurrection of love." Overall, your poem is a well-crafted and evocative work that celebrates the power of love in a unique and powerful way🤗

[Isola]

I appreciate your kind and thoughtful critique, Bhuyanshi. Thank you for stopping by to read my poem.