In each Beast of the Earth,
A sky Angel...
Loving the Beast, renting
Heaven.
Renting...to move on,
Eventually...
Higher than Heaven.
Can you tell me, Moses,
What plane higher than
Your cloud-top mountain
Of Heaven?
You saw it...could not
Ascend from the mountain...
Shackled as Human
To the Tribe...the Beast.
As Beast, you clutched Tablets
In talons...
As Angel, you sprinkled Tablets
On Hell's soil...
The Roses of Heaven...seeded.
really very interesting poem yet delving the distinctive traits out of beast yet angelic in heaven, beautiful thought, feel happy being sharing, superb write, thanks
I see two possible interpretations of this poem. It could be the struggle between the higher and lower self we all wrestle with; or perhaps it is a more personal exploration of the sexual attraction of opposites - the angel and the beast - that inexplicable uncontrollable force that binds unlikely souls. In either case, your poetic roses of heaven would bloom. I was particularly taken with the lines: As Beast, you clutched Tablets In talons... As Angel, you sprinkled Tablets On Hell's soil... Your imagination knows no bounds Elyzabeth. Fascinating poem. love, Allie xxxxxxxx
THE VERY BEST OF ELYSABETH FASLUND.. SHAPELY SIMPLY10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful, very passionate and a true interpretation of our humaness. We are not angels, we are not demons, we are humans - not all bad, not all good. Yes, we are roses - heavenly with thorns.