The Other Dove
You are an inlay of mother of pearl
Gracing the orchestra of my world,
Your song makes my soul swirl-
You are true love.
You are the stroke of my strings
Waking my heartbeat with your wings,
Your every movement sings-
The other dove.
Written 2010 © Mark L. Berryann
robyn selters
A lovely poem... tender...beautiful
A lovely poem... tender...beautiful
Fay Slimm
I really enjoyed this Mark - it has tenderness and the imagery is well thought through - - a truly romantic poem.
I really enjoyed this Mark - it has tenderness and the imagery is well thought through - - a truly romantic poem.
Ron Peat
Mark I like your poem a lot. The metaphors and form are grand. The word "soul" makes me cringe a bit however. This particular use of the word without any specific distinction is overdone to the point of ouch. It's become a cliche in poetry (please fall into the line of "deep soul" poems). /// I have to ask, are you ever anywhere that your your soul isn't there as well? And does feeling something within your soul make it a more deep feeling; deeper than if only you felt it— if in fact you are soul and not just body? Where does the real consciousness of soul exist? If we are truly soul we are truly feeling it. The real identity is soul is my point. "I feel it to my soul" means I'm feeling it. Now if you had said "my soul swirls within" meaning "in my body". I'd be with you all the way. This would be the belief of the swirling dervishes. And it would be a specific as well as a distinction between body and soul. A poet friend// RH Peat
Mark I like your poem a lot. The metaphors and form are grand. The word "soul" makes me cringe a bit however. This particular use of the word without any specific distinction is overdone to the point of ouch. It's become a cliche in poetry (please fall into the line of "deep soul" poems). /// I have to ask, are you ever anywhere that your your soul isn't there as well? And does feeling something within your soul make it a more deep feeling; deeper than if only you felt it— if in fact you are soul and not just body? Where does the real consciousness of soul exist? If we are truly soul we are truly feeling it. The real identity is soul is my point. "I feel it to my soul" means I'm feeling it. Now if you had said "my soul swirls within" meaning "in my body". I'd be with you all the way. This would be the belief of the swirling dervishes. And it would be a specific as well as a distinction between body and soul. A poet friend// RH Peat
wow ! its love all the way through~wonderful write~