by Adrian Calhoun
transcending heaven and earth.
The clouds float past,
or is it they who stand in place.
Alone, we are left
to either stand or fall.
As angels blessed to fly,
we were born to die.
Standing at the brink of the edge,
the sky dark, lifeless,
a singed void without sun.
Somewhere from the depths below,
the abyss quietly beckons for us.
Eyes turn upward abruptly,
grasping for hope.
Arms outstretched to catch
the comets tail as it passes.
A single drop of rain falls.
Posted on 10/03/2005
Copyright © 2019 Adrian Calhoun
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/04/05 at 11:45 AM|
Good to see you posting again! One of the best poems I've seen from your "pen". There is the reality of death, there is hope which you have so graphically symbolized. Great last line!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/06/05 at 02:21 PM|
Excellent spiritual poem Adrian, and great chaser for the movie, What Dreams May Come, which I saw for the first time two nights ago. Well done!
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/11/05 at 12:21 AM|
I too am glad to see you posting again Cal.
Nice post, more...Charlie
|Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/10/06 at 10:59 PM|
A lovely poem indeed. :) I really enjoyed reading it!
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/05/06 at 04:12 AM|
Thanks for the read. Enjoyed this one.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/17/09 at 03:08 PM|
Congratulations on poem of the day Adrian....CharMin
|Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 01/17/09 at 03:30 PM|
Congrats on POTD!!!
|Posted by Elizabeth Hoadley on 01/17/09 at 11:08 PM|
Enjoyed this thoroughly. Congrats on POTD!