"We pass the word around; we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry; we meditate over the literature; we play the music; we change our minds; we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other." - Lewis Thomas

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

At the Edge of the World...

I sat alone watching the world turn,
The sun shone onto the rocks below,
Reflecting like a child with a mirror.

Roses leaned in as if to pray,
Gods of ever witness to their plea,
Swollen petals fell, wilted.

A pond as clear as glass,
Held its ground to the wind
Filled like an empty tea-cup.

The sands of time strain its tears,
As we chase tomorrow,
Like a lover lost to yesterday.

"Have you ever seen a broken heart beat?
It will beat until all the cracks are gone;
Like a blacksmith above a forge."

A voice in the Dark,
The shadows before me,
Female, soft, smooth and eloquent.

From the darkness below,
Shimmering whispers echo
Like a robin perched at morning.

The walls began to erode,
Falling away under myself,
Her cooling embrace swelled around.

Her voice: a calling in song,
Empty as a smile from a Stranger.
Her hand upon my shoulder;

She whispered as a serpent to its prey,
“I love you, everything will be okay”
Caught in the shadow of her tongue.

A forgotten soul
Trapped in the darkness
Her aching breath freezes the beating heart.

I sat alone as the world turned,
Watched as the sun fell below
And all elegance fell away.

"It is not until the world ends will we see the mistakes we've made." - Authors note 43

1 comment:

  1. I really enjoy these poems and I like your author's notes at the end..it makes us see what you were thinking of when you wrote the poem and what it means to you.


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