Reflection

The beauty of love...

My love's mirror is crystal clear
It shows the truth behind my fear
Her bright white light cuts through all night
Revealing what folly quickened my fright
 
Soft and even, her amber glow
Melts the frost beneath the snow
A pilot light, steady...reliable
Making my worries unjustifiable
 
My love, your heart is hearth and home
In a land dark bitter ‘midst sea foam
A wane ghost of hope, reborn in your fire
Came up from the sea to rekindle my desire
 
Where I scaled peaks 'til my fingers where frozen
You lifted me up with assurance well-chosen
May I live my life by your light's reflection
For your silvery depths hold my soul's perfection

Reviews

[Traci]

I feel very fortunate to have read such an absolutely stunning piece from a poet who grasps the true essence of love/romance. Your soulful words are a gift and you share that gift every time you create.

"My love, your heart is hearth and home
In a land dark bitter ‘midst sea foam
A wane ghost of hope, reborn in your fire
Came up from the sea to rekindle my desire"
Love this stanza, the elements of fire, and water...."wane ghost of hope"...favorite line!

"It shows the truth behind my fear"
"Making my worries unjustifiable"
So eloquent and real. Here you truthfully expose your fears and worries. Running from love is cowardice, however you expose them, showing strength.

"Where I scaled peaks 'til my fingers where frozen
You lifted me up with assurance well-chosen
May I live my life by your light's reflection
For your silvery depths hold my soul's perfection"
I believe this piece of art is a true reflection of your soul, showing what happens when you allow yourself to become vulnerable, trusting your partner, and giving your heart and soul...pouring it into the very soul of the one you love.

Truly inspiring love, one of my new favorites from you :)

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

I love that you show ME the juxtaposition between strength and weakness by discussing how displaying your fear and weakness is itself a strength! Oddly when you do honestly write something from the heart, you don't always see what you are doing in a really conscious way. I wrote this knowing how I was feeling but not self consciously, so I love this opportunity to see through your eyes!! Thank you!!!

[Justine]

Great form, rhyme and rhythm here. I like "A wane ghost of hope, reborn in your fire, Came up from the sea to rekindle my desire" . Often when the heart feels dead, something or someone shocks it back to life, stopping the flatline of an autonomic existence. To feel again, to love and to share - these things should be treasured and protected from harm where possible. Gently romantic but not too gushing, I enjoyed your poem. Justine

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

Thanks very much, Justine, for giving me your favorite lines. I often to that in my reviews because some of them really stick...I love knowing what specifically spoke most to you. You are quite right about the "autonomic existence," and that is a terrific description! Humanity fails to protect its greatest treasures so often. As a former archaeologist I have never understood that. Certainly love and feeling, sharing...they are all worth cherishing. Thanks for your kind words and useful analysis. I really am glad it didn't come off as gushing. That is very important to me. Thanks so much for the review!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love takes awhile to penetrate a heart that has been frozen by past sorrow and pain...

we freeze and it takes time to thaw...but her light seems to be accomplishing that.

nicely done...

jacob

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

Thank you so much, Jacob! Very true. A slow and steady thaw that leaves the tender flesh unbruised by the process. I sincerely appreciate your consideration and your saying it was nicely accomplished. I will strive to continue to be as successful!

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

This beautiful poem says it all it needs, good friend.
It talks about the proper reflection in a relationship, or the appropriate reflections in different colored spectra of a relationship ... here your words and imagery can go either way, and you expire far and wide, with your reach.

It gives the right contrast to, and in a color palette with contrastaire (now I mix words) colors, love can be the right supplement in your life, such as plus and minus poles, and of course Yin and Yang ;). I see a clear balance of the heat she has, and your coolness (referring to the frozen fingers). Here is a clear wonderful balance that keeps the relationship lavishly.

Gorgeous poem, nicely done ... I can think (ponder) about it for hours...
( a good thing ).

- Elisa

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

I love how in your review you have allowed me to really see what I myself was getting at more clearly when I wrote this...I sometimes write, as we writers do, with instinct rather than stratagem. This just "came out," but your showing me the contrasts such as cold and hot and color versus white light, really helps me to hone in on the real meaning even for me! Thanks!!! I love your help and you are really helping me!

You know, the beauty of writing is a slow process to get yourself more known each time words flow, over paper. (even to get your friends known). Me too, mostly more with instinct, it was the most great juxtaposition, I read in a while. :) You're welcome. I love to help, and will continue. That's sweet, and great of you Ro.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is pure bliss to read... sheer Perfection...(sigh)
I love the Romance and adoration in this sweet write.
Well done, Robert... going into my faves. ~xoxo~:)

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

Wow, I am so complimented!!! I have so many more to post here. I hope to be half as good as this with them! XOXOX!