by Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia
Aug 2015 967 Views 17 comments
When The World Falls In
When the world falls in,
You can deny.
When the world falls in,
You can grasp at securities,
The bricks and mortar,
Of belief and self.
The castle of safety,
The certainness of breath.
But when the world falls in,
Pride vanishes,
And a deep chasm appears.
The desert sands,
Consume your soul,
The scaffolding is removed,
And what is left?
The shadow,
Of that gleaming dream,
For which you truly believed.
You can deny.
When the world falls in,
You can grasp at securities,
The bricks and mortar,
Of belief and self.
The castle of safety,
The certainness of breath.
But when the world falls in,
Pride vanishes,
And a deep chasm appears.
The desert sands,
Consume your soul,
The scaffolding is removed,
And what is left?
The shadow,
Of that gleaming dream,
For which you truly believed.
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Posted: Aug 2015
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Comments (17)
Beautiful poem.
Kathy
truly so. Deeply evocative.
Thank you for this beautiful depth
of love's frailties well in
this one Rob.
Well done......Mick.
But when the world falls in,
Pride vanishes,
So very true.
It is remiss of me that I don't come on here more often and comment on other people's poems. I was an avid commenter at one stage and certainly more prolific at posting too. Anyway thanks for your thoughts on this one. I'm sure at some stage I'll get some time to sample the corner again.
Cheers,
I'm sure there's a good deal of subconscious truth in poetry and art and of course you can never expect another person to find happiness for you. That comes from within. But poets are also "dreamers" and are therefore constantly "challenged" when the dream fades or turns out differently from what you expect.
Thanks for you astute words.
Apple of hope...nice symbol...I was thinking of it more in it's fallen quality. Thanks for the optimistic interpretation. I thought it to be a fairly dour piece.
Good to be positive.
Thanks for the critique. The fun of writing poetry is that often one does not know where it's coming from but it's a cathartic process in the end.
Cheers
Now I haven't met too many Irishmen who aren't poetic. Must be part of the Irish identity. Thanks for stopping by to comment and good to see you back on here. Cheers mate.
I can see the mask is back on. Hope all is well in arguably one of the most scenic parts of the UK. Oh yes and thanks for your encouraging comment.
As for "what is left" - fading echos answer "what indeed". You're on a roll with your recent poetry, and this is yet another classy write.
Regards
Bill
The truth is that we tend to embark on love and relationships like gleaming dreams and we should. Being cynical is negative and destructive.
Thanks for your considered comments.
You look very comfortable in you armchair there in France. I'm sure you have done much thinking and composing there. Thanks for your kind comments.
like Lego blocks from mountain tops
and felt the tremors
saw the people suffers
when the world falls in....to depression....