My face is a map That traces, so accurately The journey Of my life Like old roads Carved out of hope Trying to lead somewhere Now tired and worn Always remaining Beyond repair Fading into the past Before the journey Had barely travelled Lightly trodden paths Often fondly remembered For that one single moment When they crossed Each other’s destiny They left such little trace But measured together Provide so many memories Of long lost desires
The ravines of past loves So very deep Etched from sadness As ever growing rifts Drifting further apart Wrenched from pain And scarred with sorrow With impassable rivers Born of tears That had bled From eyes That had seen Futility
But hope Is an emotion Where desires Can see further Than futility For this map Has one last space To be fulfilled And complete The journey of life And when that final river Crosses my face And flows Into nothingness All I will ever know Is it will never Be as deep As yours
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
At my age this is fairly accurate. I am on a sabbatical from my novel because I need to write some new poetry, not much, but one now and again to refresh my warped mind.
Hi, turorob, Though the concept of depth mystifies, when Rivers of my Face are Carved out of hope Trying to lead somewhere, "The journey" cannot help but be an interesting one. Thanks for sharing.
socrates44San Fernando, Trinidad and TobagoDec 13, 2013
This is an amazing piece, carved with your words capturing the journey of your life filled with such a wide variety of human emotions etched in the rivers of your face. Excellent write! Have a fabulous day!
sundayrose1san francisco, California USADec 13, 2013
The ravines of past loves So very deep Etched from sadness As ever growing rifts Drifting further apart Wrenched from pain And scarred with sorrow With impassable rivers Born of tears That had bled From eyes That had seen Futility
Rob every line on this beautiful, poignant write is speaking from the deepest of my soul..I have just been through the most beautiful but most painful relationship in my whole life. And still so much bound to nowhere on letting it go. But the last part is sign of good hope which I am trying so hard to step into.
I feel very lucky and very thankful that I felt such love that taught me a lot, of who I am and who I shouldn't be and my rivers to cross are measured as to how much strength I can bear out of these relationships.
Thank you so much for the read.
SR
niah9Auckland, New ZealandDec 13, 2013
Oh...so true, but I have noted often, the character in a mature face, so much more attractive than smooth innocence.... Lovely poetry Rob as always...and I agree.....a break is as good as a rest, and poetry, give you a fresh look at yourself.....as well as live in general......thanks for sharing....Kathy
As all warped twisted tree trunked crosses your stream many an opening of sunlight pebbles that sit at higher ground, hah ha! there will always be the shallow of water to meet your feet. Bathe
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaDec 22, 2013
every line in a persons face is a memory, every wrinkle tells a story, and every one is beautiful, the wrinkles made from smiles and love are the most treasured. this is a deeply moving poem and I loved it.
Comments (90)
this is gorgeous,truly awesome...
I'm grateful for your sharing this beauty with us!
Ty
Though the concept of depth mystifies, when Rivers of my Face are Carved out of hope Trying to lead somewhere, "The journey" cannot help but be an interesting one. Thanks for sharing.
A wisdom filled write..Well done..
Ken
Have a fabulous day!
So very deep
Etched from sadness
As ever growing rifts
Drifting further apart
Wrenched from pain
And scarred with sorrow
With impassable rivers
Born of tears
That had bled
From eyes
That had seen
Futility
Rob every line on this beautiful, poignant write is speaking from the deepest of my soul..I have just been through the most beautiful but most painful relationship in my whole life. And still so much bound to nowhere on letting it go. But the last part is sign of good hope which I am trying so hard to step into.
I feel very lucky and very thankful that I felt such love that taught me a lot, of who I am and who I shouldn't be and my rivers to cross are measured as to how much strength I can bear out of these relationships.
Thank you so much for the read.
SR
Lovely poetry Rob as always...and I agree.....a break is as good as a rest, and poetry, give you a fresh look at yourself.....as well as live in general......thanks for sharing....Kathy
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Very touching.
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Sophie
A quality write and that extended metaphor of the face being a map works so well. Nicely expressed.
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Crosses my face
And flows
Into nothingness
All I will ever know
Is it will never
Be as deep
As yours
First class writing Rob, I love it, this is one of those poems I wish I had thought to write.
What a BEAUTIFUL poem. I really enjoyed this and hope you will keep writing, even if now and then. Take care. Merry Christmas!
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this is a deeply moving poem and I loved it.
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line. Great poem as always.