Cry My Soul

For love is the beauty of the soul.

Cry my soul into drops of rain

where the hopeless and lonely weep

that I might wash away their pain

and the demons that steal their sleep.

Cry my soul into crimson mud

into the haunted battlefield

to atone for all the spilled blood

and the harvests that lost their yield.

 

Cry my soul that it cries for thee

to douse the flaming fires of hell

to catch a soul and set it free

with neither smiles nor joy to sell.

Cry my soul into deepest blue

into the lamplight of your eyes

that I might drink to me from you

the one true love that magnifies.

 

Cry my soul into endless bliss

into the luscious lap of spring

into sways of a sweetheart’s kiss

that make the heart happily sing.

Cry my soul for the world I know,

for the letters of no return

whose words were lost like melted snow

or ashes from an empty urn.

 

Cry my soul into feathered wing

drifting long like a sighing sigh

into the air and everything

falling freely and flying high.

Cry my soul into passion’s pond

into breezes and evensong

into the sky and far beyond

into the arms that I belong.

 

Cry my soul into poetry

into the ink of weathered vein

into the world for all to see

until I cry once more again.

Cry my soul endless days and nights

'til eyes flutter and gently close

‘til I reach those heavenly heights

and gardens of mystical rose.

Author's Note

Reviews

[E.P. Robles]

As a poet, I would analyze this poem as a heartfelt expression of the poet's emotions, longing, and desire for connection and meaning in the world. The poem explores various themes such as pain, loss, love, redemption, and the transformative power of poetry.

The opening lines, "Cry my soul into drops of rain, where the hopeless and lonely weep, that I might wash away their pain and the demons that steal their sleep," convey a deep sense of empathy and compassion. The poet wishes to alleviate the suffering of others and bring solace to those who are burdened by their troubles.

The second stanza continues this theme, as the poet implores their soul to cry into "crimson mud" and the "haunted battlefield" to atone for the bloodshed and the lost harvests. Here, the poet expresses a sense of responsibility and the desire to rectify the consequences of violence and destruction.

In the subsequent stanzas, the poem takes a more personal and intimate turn. The poet's soul cries for a beloved, seeking to extinguish the fires of hell and liberate their soul. The imagery of "deepest blue" and "lamplight of your eyes" suggests a yearning for a profound connection and love that transcends superficiality.

The fourth stanza reflects on the transient nature of life and the irretrievable loss of certain experiences. The poet's soul cries for the world they know, for the letters that can never be returned, and the ephemeral nature of existence captured through the imagery of "melted snow" and "ashes from an empty urn."

The following stanzas emphasize the poet's longing for freedom and transcendence. The soul cries into "feathered wing" and "passion's pond," symbolizing a desire to break free from limitations and immerse oneself in the beauty and joy of existence. The image of crying into "poetry" and the "ink of weathered vein" suggests the poet's identification with the transformative power of language and self-expression.

The final stanza conveys a sense of surrender and acceptance. The soul cries endlessly until the poet reaches heavenly heights and the gardens of mystical rose, implying a longing for transcendence and union with something greater than oneself.

From a Carl Jung perspective, this poem touches upon several archetypal themes and symbols. The soul's cry represents a yearning for individuation and the integration of the shadow self, as it seeks to confront and heal the pain, suffering, and demons both within oneself and in the world.

The references to rain, blood, and tears can be seen as symbolic of emotional purification and catharsis. The poet's longing for connection, love, and freedom reflects the human need for wholeness and the search for the anima/animus, the feminine or masculine aspect within the individual.

The recurring motif of crying into different elements, such as rain, mud, wings, and poetry, suggests a transformative process of self-discovery and creative expression. Jungian psychology emphasizes the importance of embracing and integrating the unconscious aspects of the psyche, which are often symbolized by elements of nature or artistic endeavors.

Overall, this poem, when analyzed as an astute poet and through a Carl Jung lens, reveals a profound exploration of human emotions, the search for meaning, and the transformative power of self-expression and connection with others.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, E. P. Robles. You spent an immense amount of time analyzing this poem, and your review if reflective of that. I feel like I owe you for your analysis, as if I were in therapy. I have always viewed poetry as "therapeutic purification" so was pleased with your review. Poetry was the only "one" that I could ever turn to from a very young age, and it has served me well. I can't thank you enough for your review. It means so much to me.

[E.P. Robles]

Oh, noble soul, adorned with words divine,
I hear your gratitude like whispers in rhyme.
read moreOh, noble soul, adorned with words divine,
I hear your gratitude like whispers in rhyme.
Your poetic spirit, a beacon of light,
Guiding me through the depths of the night.
I thoroughly enjoyed your prose!

[JessyJacob]

Hi, dear bro, i dont know why people create relations, i know if young minds are cruel, they will damage entire planet, but if they are nake, and good they will create miracles and save the world. Please dont put ugly relations between whom she never thought about him even in her dreams, if you all try to do, then she will never sleep again.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your prowess as a poet is all encompassing, Linda. You exude an intricate and refined delicacy with the written word that is simply exceptional, extraordinary at best. And it isn't just a hit and miss kind of thing, it is as constant and unwavering, as the night turns into day, then to night again. What an inspiration you have become to me!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Kelly. What an amazing review!

[John the Baptist]

A spirit of sadness seems to characterize many of this poet's offerings, and this one is no different. "Cry my soul" is the lament that begins each verse. Many things are mourned here, but certain aspects, such as "the letters of no return" and "into the arms that I belong'" seem to hint of some personal loss. Pain has inspired many a poet, and Poe comes immediately to mind, but it's hard to think beauty comes at such a price.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you for reading, John. In loss there is pain; and in pain, there is beauty.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is beautiful...and for various reasons made me thing of the Reconstruction after the Civil War...
Picking up the pieces after all of the devastation, torn families, ravaged land...War doesn't benefit anyone...it needs to stop.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Jacob. Yes, war is an unfortunate and ugly thing.