Greek Love Poem

I'm still trying to figure this one out.  Is this admiration for The Great Hunter, or disdain?  I would hope the latter.  That woman "with the wit and the charm" I would say deserves better than that strident hunter.  As it is, I remain slumped over my bed in deep thought.  Enchanting.

I'm adding a pic for a more photostar effect. That's the base of the poem.  Orion is The Great Hunter.  It's a constellation located on the celestial equator. I like hanging out on the equator.  The star Rigel is his left foot.(it would help if I could spell write)  It's just my way of paying homage to some great mythology, and a few things that I admire; enchantment, and a love worth dying for. At least each night as to fall asleep in his arms.

Its amazing, Reita...

you're something else...

you're amazing.  thank you again Ed. :)

That’s the wonder,      
and the absurdity of love,  


^^^^so very true!
a wonderful write, good job
enjoyed the read

thank you so much Miki! :)

Phantabulous rite write.....Orion is a fav constellation..well, only because it's the onliest one assides from the Big Dripper that I can 'make out' up there.

I've never been very good at all this anthropomorphic metaphorology stuff wee humans get all het-up about,yknow?

First I look for the moon and find Betelgeuse hanging out; its the orangery red chip on his shoulder.  Then its Cassiopeia next that's the easiest to spot for me. I think its more of a habit than anything.  Deep in the fearful symmetry
 
Beyond this cloud  
of ash I trace
ten thousand stars,  
and five bright  
in Cassiopeia,  
they cry out;  
wait for me,  
nobody really  
knows what it means;  
deep in the  
fearful symmetry,
subtle, yellow,  
and comforting,  
and then there  
are streets  
of green fields  
where you can  
breathe scenery,
though desolate  
at times of life,
there is a
flame that speaks  
a dancing grace,
beyond the silence  
while encased
deep in the  
fearful symmetry,
and if the heart  
could see that eye
shone within  
this amber light,
a dream would open  
the depth of sky,
deep in the  
fearful symmetry,
 
and there it is  
what man creates  
in love and laud  
and saving grace;  
a fire that speaks  
the poets face,  
 
within this
fearful symmetry
 
how I love  
the fearful symmetry.  
 
 
thank you.  :)

no...thank You for an-other awe'sum starbright rite

Starry,Starry Night :)

There you go again. :)