WHERE ONCE IN TIME I HELD DOMAIN
Grabbing winds which grasp the face
and churning waters where I float
through landscapes to a world once known
aloof, austere, with swirling mists
which sweep the everlastingness.
Drifting under darkened skies
where barren ridges point towards
the black-clawed trees that punctuate
the winter hedges bared and bent
beneath the weight of frozen snow.
The ebb of watery evening sun
creeps deep between the curtained hills
and falls upon the stone and thatch
as bats from purlieus sail and glide
on winds that sing a silent song.
Here displaced by nature’s march
with lingering thoughts I drift along
unseen, unheard by those who sleep
my failing mind surveying all
where once in time I held domain.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Very good dark write, the imagery is wonderful, a picture painted with words.
Thanks Andy - yes a tad sad too. I like that: tad sad - might use it somewhere - in a limerick maybe.
Tad sad sounds a good idea to incorporate.
Hold on *gets out dictionary for purlieus*. Good write Michael.
They're around there somewhere Orchi
First class write Michael - - love every stanza of this mystical journey into failing minds. Another gem from your talented quill which goes straight into my favourites.
Coming from the Queen of words this sure is an accolade and means so much - thank you so much Fay.
Sir, this is stunning. I read through twice and then aloud to feel the affecting verses in my mouth. This is a moody beauty. Bravo.
Heather you are too kind - thanks so very much for your kind encouragement .
Thanks MICHAEL ! Whether you're a MAN or FISH (love all the sculptures !) as one gets over life ebbs and the Glory diminishes and the river of time flows relentlessly. At 35 I'm still in my PRIME and there is the question of marrying (ANGELA ?) and raising a Family. As far as work is concerned I am still on he WAY UP ! Head of Science ~ VP and then perhaps PRINCIPAL ! Without ambition we stagnate ! But having said that one also sees how one's DOMAIN can disappear ~ I've seen it happen and it is NOT NICE ~ A Friend of mine (45) recently suicided off a Motorway Bridge because his WORK DOMAIN disappeared ~ Leaving a grieving WIDOW & three distraught Children ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
Without ambition we stagnate - that's so very true and I guess I'm blessed in that I have so much buzzing in my head which I want to ahieve even at my agedo (ideas for poetry, different art forms to try, ideas for presenting my work - just back from the framers - trying out some new frames) I am always on the go and looking forward to tomorrow. So sorry to hear about your friend by the way - how awful. We know someone of similar age with young children who fell down the stairs and never recovered - it's a cruel world at times.
Michael,
This write is brilliant
in its entirety!
After reading it a few
times, the last stanza
flooded my thinking!
It resonates more than
it should...especially
with the elderly and
those who give up hope!
I see it and hear it when
I visit the nursing homes
and the rehab centers!
~Laura~
Big hugs Laura - so pleased it has such meaning for you - I really appreciate your encouragement.
Yes, Michael, this poem is 'a tad sad' (great expression!), but exciting as well to think that one day we (our souls) will be able to visit that 'domain we once held'! Beautiful language as usual!
Thanks Fred we live in hope and expectation even if we do feel a tad sad.
This read like a winter seasons reflection upon places i had known, life i had lived, peering dreamily over a cold, so cold landscape of the past. No bitterness, no regret, an acceptance of how life has changed me, and moved on. A little dark, a little melancholy. Quite beautiful. Into my favourites.
You sum it up well dusk - thanks for the kind comment and the save.
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