My Other Allegory


It’s no vast wonder we should think

in metaphors

when life is just a parallel

to something more

Which lacking a more perfect word

we christen Life

and strain our undeveloped wings

in fervent strife


But ‘til the day that Life arrives

alive, complete

You’ll be my other allegory

all replete

with hopes that are enwrapped in mine

and thinking of

your face I’ll know that I have glimpsed

that thing called Love

⇔ ⇔

For Trudy

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
This entry was posted in Culture, For Pastors and Teachers, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

15 Responses to My Other Allegory

  1. jac forsyth says:

    Gaaaaaaagh, this is just so beautiful.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. dawnlizjones says:

    Gaaaaaaaaaaagh!!! (sp??) That really is lovely!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. gwennonr says:

    Reblogged this on My Better Poems and commented:
    This is an amazing poem I hope you will all enjoy.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. knabbler says:

    Stunning, Mitch. Perfect for today and always.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Nancy Ruegg says:

    I’m praising God for entwining Steve’s and my hopes together and allowing glimpses of love year after year after year. Thank you, Mitch, for sharing thoughts that never would have occurred to me!

    Liked by 1 person

    • mitchteemley says:

      I’d originally titled the poem “Plato’s Cave” to indicate that the lives we live are, in a sense, just metaphors for the ultimate reality. But they are, nevertheless, important, God-placed metaphors. Especially love.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s