Michael Edwards

WHERE ONCE IN TIME I HELD DOMAIN

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good dark write, the imagery is wonderful, a picture painted with words.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Andy - yes a tad sad too. I like that: tad sad - might use it somewhere - in a limerick maybe.

      • Goldfinch60

        Tad sad sounds a good idea to incorporate.

      • orchidee

        Hold on *gets out dictionary for purlieus*. Good write Michael.

        • Michael Edwards

          They're around there somewhere Orchi

        • Fay Slimm.

          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.

          • Michael Edwards

            Coming from the Queen of words this sure is an accolade and means so much - thank you so much Fay.

          • Heather T

            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.

            • Michael Edwards

              Heather you are too kind - thanks so very much for your kind encouragement .

            • BRIAN & ANGELA

              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

              • Michael Edwards

                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.

              • LaurašŸŒ»

                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~

                • Michael Edwards

                  Big hugs Laura - so pleased it has such meaning for you - I really appreciate your encouragement.

                • FredPeyer

                  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!

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Thanks Fred we live in hope and expectation even if we do feel a tad sad.

                  • dusk arising

                    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.

                    • Michael Edwards

                      You sum it up well dusk - thanks for the kind comment and the save.



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