What soul of war, black as hell, as dark as night, And ruined love, when it is built anew blistered, I will be true, despite your scythe and sword. It is but the seemly reignment of my heart turned and twisted.
When I, against my heart, with you partake? Like to the birds, at break of day rising, not to tell of good or evil thoughts. In me you see the glowing of such fire,
That better is, by evil, still made better; The one by pain, the other to complain; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head, And keep by drooping her weathered mane,
Nor are my ears, with your tongues tune delighted; When proud, poised Jupiter, dressed in all his trim, is not but just a lover slighted, loyal to himself at the bitters end.
"When proud, poised Jupiter, dressed in all his trim,
is not but just a lover slighted,
loyal to himself at wars bitters end."
Impressive, Raymond. I love your wordplay and figurative pictures. I'm not fond of using planets in my poems so I admire those who can. ;)
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10 Years Ago
Well, in this case I'm using 'Juipter' in the Greek mythology sense. Jupiter or Jove is the king of .. read moreWell, in this case I'm using 'Juipter' in the Greek mythology sense. Jupiter or Jove is the king of the old gods. Here's a link to check it out if your interested. >>>>> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jupiter_(mythology) There is a lot of inspiration to write!
Not at all... I suppose it's not exceedingly clear in the piece. Maybe I can rework something...anot.. read moreNot at all... I suppose it's not exceedingly clear in the piece. Maybe I can rework something...another stanza perhaps to tie it in! :) Always appreciate your reviews!
10 Years Ago
Sometimes the problem is in the reader. I'm not good at giving reviews, you know. Haha. But thank yo.. read moreSometimes the problem is in the reader. I'm not good at giving reviews, you know. Haha. But thank you for considering it. :)
That better is, by evil still made better;
The one by toil, the other to complain;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head,
And keep by drooping her weathered mane,
The confliction here is inspiring, the heart voiced poignantly and still it's urge to continue on, a malady and perplexing, awesome wording too, oldey worldly feel ! x
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thanks sooo much for taking the time to review Poppy, always a pleasure when you drop by! :)
I don't even know why, but I do actually like this. Especially that last stanza. Out of curiosity, you are familiar with the poetic form for Jupiter, Jove, yes? Which interestingly enough is derived from the very word Love. If not, I would definitely recommend considering its usage; although perhaps Jupiter may work better, more of a forceful tone to it.
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