On The Edge Of The World

On The Edge Of The World

A Poem by Helen Woodward

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love was, but couldn't be

Too deep? Maybe...

So many goodbye's said

Yet here I am 

Grounded in feelings insurmountable


So many branches on the tree of life

Falling, crashing to the ground

No one cares

I stand on the banks of the river

Looking at the other side

It seems as far away as the edge of the earth

A Utopia of my mind's doing


Forward thinking has gone

The past a constant beckoning

Haunted by demon eyes

Bleeding in sockets

Once alluring...

Now cold


Every hair, every freckle, every laugh line

Ever new, ever endearing, ever nurtured

My dreams no longer offer warmth

Tedium is assured on pillows wet

And I accept...not without question

The loss of your sensibility


Hope came in the friendship of a sparrow

Perched on the balcony without concern

Not frightened...just content with my care.


© 2014 Helen Woodward



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Hi Helen – it’s been awhile! Just came across this piece and thus leave a comment.

Your words challenge the reader to look beyond the obvious. However, I was drawn to this conclusion; when we subscribe to a belief system that love is limited - that there is only so much to go around - then we're going to be terrified about losing it! But, when we tap into the real truth - that love is limitless and resides within us - then we realize that there actually is nothing to be afraid of.

Love is always here.

High standard of write and great use of font selection for the piece!

Bless

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Helen Woodward

5 Years Ago

I guess there's always the sparrow...and the extension of us all...God!! At times it seems as if lov.. read more



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Hi Helen this has a calm warmth to it.To be comforted in our old age

Posted 5 Years Ago


A mesmerizing flow of ink! From the image of the edge of the world, through the dripping of time's hands down the page, to the sparrow who is the loyal guardian at the gates of the individual... All of it just is entrancing to me.
I think the sparrow is my favorite part, for they are always flittering around catching the bugs that would normally harrass our ears. Yet, they never drift far from the perch they call home.

Lovely Ink as always! Much light to you!
Aaron - Wolfwind - Wolfie

Posted 5 Years Ago


Hi Helen – it’s been awhile! Just came across this piece and thus leave a comment.

Your words challenge the reader to look beyond the obvious. However, I was drawn to this conclusion; when we subscribe to a belief system that love is limited - that there is only so much to go around - then we're going to be terrified about losing it! But, when we tap into the real truth - that love is limitless and resides within us - then we realize that there actually is nothing to be afraid of.

Love is always here.

High standard of write and great use of font selection for the piece!

Bless

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Helen Woodward

5 Years Ago

I guess there's always the sparrow...and the extension of us all...God!! At times it seems as if lov.. read more
Quite amazing, heavy dense of sadness and doom, but all turned around by something as insignificant as a sparrow landing nearby. But isn't that how life is?

Posted 5 Years Ago


You took me to many places and thoughts in the poem. Good to read your poetry. I hope all is well with you. Life lead us to many places. We must hope for a good landing and maybe a friendly face near. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


So many branches on the tree of life
Falling, crashing to the ground
No one cares
I stand on the banks of the river
Looking at the other side
It seems as far away as the edge of the earth
A Utopia of my mind's doing

This is a lonely and beautiful write, Helen. So nice to see a poem from you, even a sad one. Its like that extended goodbye when we know time with a person is finite...but the lift at the end...a simple hope found - that's the aspiration right there. that we find a bit of hope

Posted 5 Years Ago



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