Down where The Land yields to The Sea
As the edge of an offered blade,
A boundless ocean flows harnessed yet free
Through trenches millennia made.
At The pool of my blood I’m cut to the bone
Fractured cliffs rise up to defend,
My heart echoes through chambers forever alone
With a pulse that no steel could end
Love is The Sword that rusts in the tide
Thrust too deep to ever withdraw,
Like the myth of a King who drew it but once
To find himself ever at war
© Wolfgar 2019
Is this a reference to a love of Country, is it about blind allegiance, or could it be?
“A love you can’t survive”
Reviewing this I can see it is simply about love, you choose which kind.
David, since you have asked the question, and I get to choose, I would say that the “love” bestowed here is consciousness. Now that certainly is a love you can’t survive. And given that this poem is placed at the shore, metaphorically a place of transition from one state to another, mortality comes into play – like the Myth of a King – stellar dismount. D
Reviewing is certainly a worthwhile exercise.