Our cliffs

At the base of our cliffs
The water glints sparks like fire
Pearls expressing peace in eyes
The golden globe of a funeral pyre.

Pearls around wrists, fingers, necks,
Choking out fear
They say drowning is the best way to go
Water always moving, down cheeks like tears,

The river stays the same
Within the dipping birds -
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
That is a sun that was our words.

The fountain, milky white
In frozen splendour, the worth
Of red poppies, youth
Bursting through skin, through earth.

We lie down on the cliffs at sunrise,
Dew beading smiles across our hair,
Through our starstruck eyes
We see our sunrise stare.
 

Reviews

[Jasmine]

The meaning of everyone's poetry, especially yours, is open to many interpretations. And that's what I love about your poetry, and poetry in general.
For me, the imagery is the best thing here...you're stunning at that! -
"Dew beading smiles across our hair,
Through our starstruck eyes
We see our sunrise stare."
superb lines here, dear.

[Lau]

I'm not sure I understand your ulterior motive 100%, but I still like it, the flow is nice, and the words come out great!

[Ron Hogan]

Is this about remembering someone who's passed away? I'm sorry, I know I'm terrible at following you. :) One line that I really didn't understand was the second line of the third quatrain: "Within the dipping birds - " What does that mean?