in moments of doubt
we begin to cling to life
fear of the abyss
in moments of doubt
we begin to cling to life
fear of the abyss
knowing his own death
was standing outside his door
he looked out praying
hoping to see heaven’s light
but saw only the abyss
there are
small moments
of
death
throughout the day
those
moments
when
you recall
that
you have
but
a
one-way ticket
to
the abyss
so
it ‘s
outside
your door
waiting for you
to
open wide
and let
the new year in
but
you hesitate
what if
the new year
shackles you
to your old fears
and
your old
despairs
what if
if you don’t
open the door
will you die
or flow into
the abyss
or maybe
purgatory
where you’ll
get out for
good behavior
maybe
just maybe
it really
doesn’t
matter
what
you
do
A Classic Art Challenge: Just as I had recovered from my last challenge with Jade, a new writing adventure has been embarked upon..Jade has sent me five paintings which are to serve as the prompts for this challenge. Since I substituted an extra Philosophy course for Art Appreciation, this may prove to be far more difficult for me than the previous challenges. However, I have accepted her challenge and managed to find five paintings to send her in return. We hope you enjoy our poetry.
can you hear her voice now
as she whispers her thoughts
on this still night
breathing softly into the wind
words only a poet can hear
words written so long ago
that even the night has forgotten
its rhyme
lost somewhere in time
as the moon caresses the earth
with its frosty touch
as if placing a child in bed
a bed that shall hold her forever
without pain or fear
nor shall there be dreams
no moon shining brightly
just a lowered head
into the abyss
Poem inspired by http://wocview.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/mom-beats-girl-3-to-death-for-poem-failure/