IN TRANSCENDENCE
Beyond the lazy babbling weirs
by horizontal sunbeams thrown
the pointing fingered shadows reach
towards a land of gentle mist.
Obscuring vapours twilight cast
eclipsing past presentiment
from episodes of bygone days.
Ascending high in altitudes
above the ripple-spanning waves
to echoes of their soothing sounds
all indecision drifts away.
Thoughts that kindle unsought flames
their burning embers now extinct
in ash the symbols of despair.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2019 00:08
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Very captivating indeed!
Your words create a visual image in my mind Michael, that image is mine as others will have their own image in theirs.
Love the artwork.
A great start to the day in both words and art - thank you.
Thanks so much Andy.
I'm gonna ramble beyond the weirs then. I never knew there was so much beyond them. Well, I know now, from this fine poem!
Oh there's a lot beyond the weirs - including Ash Berles.
Thanks for sharing Uncle Mike ~ You sure have waxed lyrical today ! Your elegant ODE and bleak landscape reflects how I feel inside separate from My Angel after being so so close. The AGONY is amplified by the ECSTASY ! Thanks for sharing !
Blessings & Peace
Love through ART & POETRY ~
BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Gee thanks - there is love and life beyond the weir.
Time is ripe to ride the shadows and finally extinct those thoughts.
Read it a few times to extract all it had to offer.
Thanks so much Suresh - so pleased you enjoyed the read.
what a lovely set of words you have left a trail of wonder with today Michael.... Neville
You're too kind - thanks so much Neville
Full of amazing imagery these lines betoken the changes when indecision is rendered extinct. Great read Mike.
Ah bless you dear Fay - thanks so much.
Art - So, that's what it looks like beyond the weir?
Poetry - I followed you "Beyond the Weir" into the "mist" and "vapors' (translation). I climbed "high" above the "waves" and made a decision. I'm putting this one into my favorites. No more despair for me. - Phil A.
My last visit to the site today before trotting up the apples and pears to Uncle Ned for a bit of Bo-Peep (sorry but couldn't resist a bit of cockney rhyming slang) - anyway I shall be retiring with a smile on my face having received such a lovely comment - thanks so much Phil.
Hello Michael,
A beautiful write.
I love the picture accompanying your poem the colours are a stunning combination.
Keep writing FineB.
Thanks so much for your kind words.
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