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A couple of bodies
to find each other
like two apples
on an apple tree
From which side
would they get the light
to which side
would they cast
their shaddows
Two longing sighs
to exchange
like two dragon-flies
in concentric waves
Into what depths
would they fall
from which root
would they draw
their sauce
free,
I like this very much,
but I am a sucker
for a tree.
Hack
Thanks for your comment. As for the tree, since there is a tree of knowledge, I suppose there must be a tree of love, too. Only, I don't know where is it and how does it look. That's what my poem is trying to suggest.
This is a very beautiful poem and a good analogy of love. In fact love is like that deep down though from the outside it is really hard to see that part of it. The beauty of the poem unsurpassed and every line is suffused with something palatable to us. It is light but makes us contemplate for it speaks of the universals we are incapable of visualizing for our ken is layered and we must remove the crusts of things
The tree of love is as if within the tree of life... so when you write:
Into what depths
would they fall
from which root
would they draw
their sauce
it feels to me love thrives on the sap of the tree of life...
thank you for your poem...
Your poem is growing on me. I read it the first time yesterday rather cursorily, and then I went back and read it again last evening, and now this morning. After the second reading, I began to see and understand and appreciate it, and with the third reading even more. To use an old cliche, there is much more here than meets the eye. I'm beginning to realize that this poem has many layers.
I also enjoyed it. It's sweet.
Thank you all for your comments. I am so happy that the poem elicited such wise thoughts in you. I think that poetry is supposed to function like that: with its poetic instruments (appearing simple at the first sight) to arouse the contemplative part of a human being. Thanks a lot for proving it.