The Beyond

The Beyond

A Poem by jcarlson33

It is the will that tends to clasp,

            Just beyond its reach.

As in silent shores so shall it be,

In hollow  barrows or frozen keep.

It is the heart that tends to wound,

            Just men have many scars of grief.

As in ancient feuds and love’s deceit,

Or arctic isle or peaceful sleep.



Solemn as wills go,

To clutch at the light of the divine "

            Or the chamber of sinners " housed deep.


For the soul leaves all sights it must see,

And at last begins to seek

            Some truth

© 2017 jcarlson33

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It is the will tending to clasp for what it cannot have, not the heart? Do you believe there is a difference between will, soul and heart?
It seem we all are dreamers, longing for something we can't quite touch.

I adore this poem. When spoken out loud, the words fall off the tongue beautifully. Kudos for a great write jcarlson33

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1 Year Ago

Maybe no one does truly know but maybe some do. Regardless, other's opinion wasn't the question. I d.. read more

1 Year Ago

If there is a soul within us mine is certainly lost. I really am not sure of this one Duffy :) think.. read more

1 Year Ago

What makes you believe such a silly thing? I believed you to be more logical than this J

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Added on March 23, 2017
Last Updated on May 11, 2017