It touches me through the screen
And weeps for my gain:
Its nemesis, my lovely Jean.
I found her beauty in the blue
Beyond the loamy medium,
Far beyond the multi-hue,
And further still from all this tedium.
Through it she pulled me to her heart,
And all that I called ‘I’ repined-
Since now its world was torn apart
By Love that pulled me from its bind.
Now pain sleeps in the silhouettes-
In clouded blues above and bold-
And thunders down on Jean its threats,
While shedding tears that smell of cold.
-jwm
Of the Poem:
The idea was to represent redemptive love mythologically. The story is of a person pulled into the heart of the highest heavens and, leaving the viler aspects of nature behind in the clouds, is made one with heavenly Love.
The darker aspect of the poem is Pain (in many ways one's former love), of which the raining sky and those thunderclouds represent.
I chose only to follow a rhyme scheme (there's no intentional meter).
