The Edge of the World
by
William Robbins
copyright 06-27-2002
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Picture Credits:
Sitting at a banquet of costumed jewelry smiles,
yet starving from a famine
in hugs and caresses for the heart,
silently pleading
the mirror’s silvery, crowning reverie well
to somehow repaint the calendar’s pages.
But dawn arrives as an uninvited boisterous guest,
ever reminding that somebody else's reality controls the world.
Shadows are cast upon the simple joy of being
by a sealed hope chest full of unanswered questions.
The screams from marrow rotting
visions of dying masks
blur my eyes
as they graze upon the horizon’s garden of tomorrows.
I stand at a precipice of longing,
praying
for a miracle of a doorway
leading beyond the isle of lost sheep
where life dies, slowly and in deteriorating cycles of gasps
from slumbering in an unmarked grave.
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this poem evokes many thoughts and feelings..we all need that physical touch in order to know that we are loved, actions speaking louder than words..not many people show it, though..great write.
Nancy
Wow, an awesome trip, Robert...even though the atmosphere is dark, your descriptive imagery gives it light. I'd like to believe in the miracle of the doorway!
Lary