The Message

The Message

A Poem by Helen Woodward









There is something palpably selfish

In the minds of lovers in turmoil

Something markedly oxy-moronic

That never fails to bend the rules to breaking

Sharing seems to be impossible

And though love is ever passionate

Soft, caring and memory riddled

It becomes a non-event through fear

Guided by a monsters gritting teeth

How then can we be compassionate

in a disillusioned world of misinformation

We become the very monsters we are evading

Because we can...not because we want to

We walk in the rain

So tears will not stain

Gaunt faces and crying souls

Hurting to the very boiling point

That once brought such joy

We continue to live in isolation

By choice

We still feel much

But somewhere in a bottle

Floating in frothy foam

There is a message

Will you find it?

© 2016 Helen Woodward

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Was said by a great thinker, name forgotten, ''Love is both Disease and Remedy'. If that's the case, perhaps we're meant to go through love's turmoil and teasing to discover the difference between night and day. We learn by our mistakes, we forget because we need to.. and as your finely placed words say.. '.. somewhere in a bottle.. Floating in frothy foam.. There is a message.. ..

You use fine words, fine format and really do nudge this reader into a thought-filled place, Helen

Posted 1 Year Ago

Helen Woodward

1 Year Ago

Thank you Emma very much for your kind words xox
i believe there is a short story written by Edgar Allan Poe by this same name.Feeling expressed are moving but could have been better if the writer used a rhyming format

Posted 4 Years Ago

What a beautiful, moving glimpse into the soul... even in the haunting, bittersweet moments, somehow we must find that deeper message.. to live life to the fullest.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Finding our way when love's light goes out on us is a difficult journey and the signs are not so clear as to what way to go. That is when we need our own inner light to show the way.

Posted 4 Years Ago

A beautiful poem. Helen, filled the poem with thoughts and question. I like the ending. Love can come in many forms. If we don't open the door. We will never know happiness. Thank you for the excellent poem.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on February 7, 2013
Last Updated on May 12, 2016

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