by Trisha De Gracia
Truth of Love
That dagger salving wounds
salted with you.
I made a mess of me
for all the things we do
for all that tearstained, tainted virtue.
But Love of Truth
Could harden all that's rot in me-
Might turn that sunspoiled landscape into glitter
Diamond dust to strew
Across the fallow fields all sown
Author's Note: "First and last, what is demanded of Genius is Love of Truth"
Posted on 02/03/2008
Copyright © 2023 Trisha De Gracia
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/04/08 at 03:37 AM|
Nicely written. I think truth is in reality is not so much a final goal as a moving one. I think at the leading edge of any science those people take a great leap of faith and hope they have at least part of the answer. Again well done.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/04/08 at 04:42 AM|
I agree with George, and I think that's very much the theme of this poem. I also think its stated beautifully.