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Sun's burning flailing arms reach for a hug but instead are met by Earth's introverted shell. A shield of stubborn magnetism pushes up and out-- thousands of thrusting hands-- and suddenly beauty sparks in our weeping atmosphere. In the lonely chill of the Northern night sky a pale green appears like a sigh, marked with purple stigmata; blurred bruises. A beacon, oh aurora, what may you tell us tonight? What whispers from the solar wind are written in your whirling cursive? Under satin veil-- the distant stars tiny needlepoints-- I'm a portrait of calm. Shaking slumber's lukewarm hand, I dream that the world will end swathed in shades of green. |
i really like this poem... i see lots of nature stuff in it...but below the surface i see a relationship... a reaching out by one person to another...but getting slapped---rejected because the other person is living within a shell created from an abusive past..trust lost somewhere along the line... "i'm a portrait of calm" i like that...i am strong, steady and i know you don't trust me...but i will remain persistent and show you that you can love me... that you can accept my arms wrapped around you...that you can reach for me and it will be safe.. that your green blades can grow with me and in my light....and we can be spring... rebirth of love... okay my twisted mind saw this as a love poem... but that the earth partner has to come out of his shell enough to become fertile with feelings. nice piece jacob | Posted on 2011-04-09 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |