Michael Edwards




Tides that flowed in rising squall

set deep in vaults of chapters time

where waves engraved the memory

and fed the flames of past recall.


Captured in a sonnets rhyme

expressed in trespass on his soul

like fish through ruptured nets escape

he straddled crumbling walls of time.


Grasping dreams beyond restraint

where only angels feet once trod

beneath a sickle moon unseen

he listened to the rain.







Michael Edwards © June 2017

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 9th, 2017 00:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: A bit more serious for a Sunday plus another watercolour. Hope you like them
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 57
  • User favorite of this poem: Heather T.


  • P.H.Rose

    Wonderful as usual Michael
    Love the pic also....

  • kevin browne

    superb write my friend, can we have more of this please? it's great.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Kevin - I do have to work on these more serious pieces - there will be more but only as and when they are written.

    • orchidee

      A fine write and pic M. Erm, some are not that serious on Sundays. They can be 'happy-clappy' churches. But they're respectful and reverential though, in their way, as well as more formal churches.

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write and another good painting.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Wonderful imagery - a delightful read Michael - gorgeous watercolour.


      Thanks MICHAEL for a lovely Painting & Poem at the start of our SUNDAY ! Thanks GOD we all have Memories (of the Past) Strength (for Today) and Dreams (for the Future). P lease chek my poem ~ Thanks BRIAN

    • Augustus

      An artist of both. Enjoyed.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks so much for looking in Augustus.

      • Heather T

        Seriously gorgeous. A favorite. I'm keeping it.

      • ShannonXx

        This poem created a very vivid picture, a wonderful read and write

        • Michael Edwards

          Thanks Shannon - it means such a lot that you enjoyed my scribbles so much.

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