TIME ALONE

Michael Edwards

 

 

 

TIME ALONE 

 

The deepest deep of past abyss

where mournful winds play pedal notes

like churchless organs fill the air

in days of heat and dust.

 

The route of self-redeeming tracks

to walk the purgatorial course

with  exercise of ruling thoughts

which time alone allows.

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2019 00:17
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  • Goldfinch60

    Super write Michael. That time alone is so wonderful.
    Love the artwork.

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic M.
    My walk along tracks in an Art Trail become an Arts Trial - seemed as if I walked miles, though locations seemed close together on a map!

    • Michael Edwards

      They were close together on the map - life scale maps would be unwieldy. Ask Ram Berles - he'll know.

    • sylviasearcher

      A contemplative write. Oh and the art work is one of my favourites.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks so much Sylvia for your kind comments - they are much appreciated.

      • ANGELA & BRIAN

        GOOD MORNING UNCLE MIKE : ANGELA (11pm Sunday Evening) just relaxing and enjoying TIME ALONE : I guess Brian is at Church ! In the hustle & Bustle of life (especially in ones 30's !) TIME ALONE is a very Precious Thing ! I always have RUTH here with me which is a Blessing but after 10pm I often just sit or lie in my Bedroom & Meditate : Time Alone indeed. Love your very abstract abstract ! Please check our Collboration on HELIUM : Interesting SUBJECT for a POEM !

        Blessings & Love to You & Yours
        Yours Angeal & Brian XOX

        • Michael Edwards

          Thanks Angela - just catching up after a busy day - thanks for looking in.

        • Andrew Charles Forrest

          Wonderful verses Michael
          They go so well with the pic good choice

        • dusk arising

          I love this Michael but you tied me in knots. I'm still trying to get myself unwound.

          • Michael Edwards

            Don't get strung up about it - cheers dusk.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Thoughts and what rules them time alone can reveal - redemption accepted shines the way forward. A great depth to this read Michael and glad I caught your posting today.

            • Michael Edwards

              And so pleased you looked in - thanks so much Fay.

            • FineB

              Hello Michael,

              A superb write.

              Through time alone can we truly know ourselves.

              Keep writing FineB

            • marijoy

              A thoughtful poem of thinking. Seemed to me as I was reading your poem that your thoughts played a big role on your time alone. So it took your time and ruled it like your muse.

              • Michael Edwards

                A great summary thanks so much marijoy.

                • marijoy

                  Always welcome

                • Neville

                  somewhere between abstract and construct is where both words and image lie.....

                  and I can think of no better compliment this eve to give you than this simple truth..... Michael.... N

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Such a lovely comment - you've made my day - thank you so much Neville.

                    • Neville

                      My very sincere pleasure Michael, and perfectly true..

                    • MendedFences27

                      As to your poem, excellent portrayal of " Time Alone"", but Time raises for me this one question: Does "Time" exist? or is it just a man-made measurement?
                      At least you demonstrate the proper use of time. To create art and poetry together must be the reason we have time at all. Great stuff Michael. Loved it. - Phil A.

                      • Michael Edwards

                        That's really kind Phil - thanks so much.

                        When I look in the mirror I know it exists - oh where have those years gone?



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