Upon further reflection, they seem to change based on what I think they’re about when reading. I think the meaningful thing is that if you can relate to poetry, to the kind of emotions poems (and any form of creation) are embodying, then you find it meaningful to you. Trying to figure out what they mean or why is less important than whether you feel the emotions first-hand, because they often relate to many experiences at once, not just a single one.
Heaven’s cross and heaven’s roll
Heavens cost the same, the toll
But the new will come at last
then you’ll see, it’s coming fast.
The newer age of weather’s spite
Into the day, dark sacred night
Alone a’worn, a’wearing down
Beneath the solid, wintry crown
Alveo-lay, Viola high
The mess is left in me to lie.
A vow was stole, from in my heart
and then I screwed the swishing tart.
Above the world and down below,
I call you creek but then you show
your truer colours in the wool
and so I ran, I was a fool.
Unbeknownst to you, I cry
Why did you have to go and die?
Eleven sages, eleven rates
the mist belies the womb it takes,
forever more, within the line
I crimp and save and limp with time.