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.
"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."...I too, am on sabbatical for the same reason!...ennui, writer's block...not sure; but, since I have been on this site (a few days) and encountered so many wonderful writers (you, most admirably included)My creative juices are beginning to flow again. So, trurorob, I would just like to introduce myself: "Robert" (pseudonym, "Sinclair"), and thank you, albeit unbeknownst to you, for your enlightening tutelage in this art, and thank you, as well, for the pleasure of your works. Robert (Sinclair)
rapturecapturekerry, Kerry IrelandJan 18, 2014
Hi Rob
I have read this poem a good few times now... I just adore it from start to finish...
[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]
Wow! What an allegory! I will not besmirch it with trite comment except to venture to say:- Reading your writings dear Rob, is like drinking a very special aged malt whiskey, mellow, alive, satisfying, leaving you hungering for more...
AfricannahMombasa, Ar Riyad Saudi ArabiaJul 27, 2016
I remember learning poetry in high school but was all focused on Shakespeare .... After reading this ONE....wish i could go back to High school and take Poetry lessons once more but Only if its Yours... Woow !!! Your peoms will make Kids in my Country understand the real meaning to life . God bless you Rob .
so your face is a road map? rob you still look handsome to me rob lol i guess what ever it takes to wright the good stuff you got it. i like the way your words connect nice!
so your face is a road map? rob you still look handsome to me rob lol i guess what ever it takes to wright the good stuff you got it. i like the way your words connect nice!
It is amazing to look back over your life to see where you started and where and how you wound up currently in your life. A lot of road trips and curves and no AAA to help you along the way but our Creator. His plan for us is amazing.
Great write! Thanks for sharing.
Kathy
cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USASep 5, 2016
Sometimes our face hides away roads, deep and lost. Yet those strong wrinkles are years of laughter and brightens our looks. When we put together our visual mirror it's life itself. Enjoyed your read.Thanks for sharing. SM
A truly outstanding piece of writing/poetry. This is the first write that I have read after a few months of vacation, and I feel it a great piece. "All I will ever know Is it will never Be as deep As yours."
I find that artistic statement beautiful in so many ways, it exudes a sense of humility that is expertly hidden, even if not intentional by the author. Great to read from you brother.
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So, trurorob, I would just like to introduce myself: "Robert" (pseudonym, "Sinclair"), and thank you, albeit unbeknownst to you, for your enlightening tutelage in this art, and thank you, as well, for the pleasure of your works.
Robert (Sinclair)
I have read this poem a good few times now... I just adore it from start to finish...
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
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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]
Wow! What an allegory! I will not besmirch it with trite comment except to venture to say:- Reading your writings dear Rob, is like drinking a very special aged malt whiskey, mellow, alive, satisfying, leaving you hungering for more...
Rob
Woow !!! Your peoms will make Kids in my Country understand the real meaning to life .
God bless you Rob .
Rob
Great write! Thanks for sharing.
Kathy
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I really enjoy this from a guy who is wise
it comes with experiences
it comes with time
wonderful
A lived in face as they say..whoever they are
Rob
Enjoyed your read.Thanks for sharing. SM
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"All I will ever know
Is it will never
Be as deep
As yours."
I find that artistic statement beautiful in so many ways, it exudes a sense of humility that is expertly hidden, even if not intentional by the author. Great to read from you brother.
Rob