PLEASE feel free to comment. Thank you for time. Deborah
Asked the white, clean, virgin swan
To the moving-less seasoned moon,
“am I that worthy of having such divine
heavenly flower as my follower?
“I but glide almost without notice
As though I were in pose, I stealthily
Disappear until some glimmer catches
Eye, mingling with sky, breeze, and water.”
Answered the Spotlight above her,
“I see you are but one in this pond,
Endlessly sliding invisibly, a sigh,
An enigma, an alphabet all your own,
A ballet, a composition God alone as Composer;
Have you not perceived your composite
And grace, a testimony of heaven?
I am dimmed by your wistfulness, what
Mystery God meant to give a lexigrapher!”
The streaming silver diluted at her snow
Blanch feathered body as shivering
Dew spun about her silence, a rose fallen
From a cupid’s crown, a Spring shower.
Her alienation was her coveted desire to Moon,
Stars and unseen universe, all bent
Reverently as she glossed across each ripple,
Focused on the glass of pond’s shimmer..
“Here, pulling a winter plume from her side,
“this may brush across your beautiful face
of glory,” her lilt lifted the weightless gift
In a swirl by the North until vanishing
Behind clouds and the zenith of jasmine’s whisper.
“It is the caress Divinity bestowed on me,
For I do not sing or color a garden in awe
Like the peacock or enrapture a lover’s heart.
I gather only a poet’s need to sit as a dreamer.”
Answered the midnight vesper,
“Dreams are soul’s ideals that are coined,
The hinge of believers for eternity!
A lover could not kiss or poet pen in prose
An Eden if you had not been Vision’s scripture.
“Look at your reflection, he swelled in full
Like white-hot fire down as she heaved
In wonderment, quivering with tears of memory,
“You are Woman, the nova to mankind
God gave for Earth’s joy and balm for the Future!”
EXPLANATION
“Conferring By An Astro”
Asked the white, clean, virgin swan [swan—another name I use for woman]
To the moving-less, seasoned moon,
“am I that worthy of having such divine [“am” in small as her own smallness; her Self questioning her purpose which is lower than the angels]
heavenly flower as my follower?[the moon seems to go where we go]
“I but glide almost without notice
As though I were in pose, I stealthily
Disappear until some glimmer catches
Eye, mingling with sky, breeze, and water.”[most women are but common in appearance especially to themselves and to society’s norms; they feel unseen, they go about their call without paparazzi until by some unexpected glance. However, she merely walks the earth mingling amid all and learning to tap into her own]
Answered the Imperial Spotlight above her,
“I see you are but one in this pond.[one” in the sense of uniqueness]
Endlessly sliding invisibly, a sigh,[her work, presence, invisible to most, her sigh withheld at time]
An enigma, an alphabet all your own,
A ballet, a composition God alone as Composer;
Have you not perceived your composite
And grace, a testimony of heaven?
I am dimmed by your wistfulness, what
Mystery God meant to give a lexigrapher!” [a dictionary writer]
The streaming silver diluted at her snow
Blanch feathered body as shivering [her purity spins around her as dew when winds of change blow]
Dew spun about her silence, a rose fallen
From a cupid’s crown, a Spring shower.[a cupid is often depicted with a crown of baby’s breath and miniture rose buds]
Her alienation was her coveted desire to Moon,
Stars and unseen universe, all bent
Reverently as she glossed across each corner.[her Difference from the World’s definitions of beauty is coveted by many, here it is moon, stars {world’s multitude of shining great ones} and millions (universe) nevertheless bending at her Being, as she passes by].
“Here, pulling a winter plume from her side, [the plume signifies her femininity]
“this may brush across your beautiful face
of glory,” her lilt lifted the weightless gift [femininity/womanliness is her lilt, her weightless offering]
In a swirl by the North until vanishing[north wind comparable to none, a natural force as is her beauty, godly gifts]
Behind clouds and the zenith of jasmine’s whisper. [jasmine’s give off their strongest fragrance at night]
“It is the caress Divinity bestowed on me, [she recognizes her femininity as Divinity’s {God’s} loving embrace which He’s blessed her with, all given to her as His gift]
For I do not sing or color a garden in awe
Like the peacock or enrapture a lover’s heart.
I gather only a poet’s need to sit as a dreamer.”[her self-perception, concept]
Answered the midnight vesper,
“Dreams are soul’s ideals that are coined,
The hinge of believers for eternity!
A lover could not kiss or poet pen in prose
An Eden if you had not been Vision’s scripture. [Vision—God’s idea, what He alone could conjure and bring forth]
“Look at your reflection, he swelled in full
Like white-hot fire down as she heaved
In wonderment, quivering with tears of memory, [memory—some far-off remembrance of who she once was and still Is]
“You are Woman, the nova to mankind
God gave for Earth’s hope! Balm for the Future!”[part of her destiny]
