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Yonder Horizons

by Elisabeth Barstowe — Read all 441 poems by Elisabeth Barstowe

Monday, July 7, 2014

When all else fails and all those 
grand schemes have become nothing but illusive dreams.
When the tempting taste of yesterdays sizzling hopes
have turned sour and acrid.
What have you then to live for? What are you to do?'

You went with all the right people, hung with all the right crowds.
for a while you were it! The golden goose, 
the glow in the air, you had it all!

Then it came upon you, life as most people know it.
In your heart a seed, it reached up and out, you held it in your hand,
and it was all, it was grand.
She was all you ever needed.
What was this feeling that you had never felt before?

For a while time stood still and there was peace.
So deep, so profound, and it was a beautiful thing.
Deep was your devotion, as you were captured inside 
a cocoon of bliss.

Some time passed, you didn't notice change at first.
Maybe you didn't care, you had all you needed right there.
But soon it dawned on you.

Your phone had gone quiet, people stopped greeting you with awe.
It was as though they'd never known you.

Now, where was all those champagne bubbles of the past?
Where was that admiring crowd?
Your world all of a sudden came crashing down.

You wanted it back. The glory, the light. You wanted it so bad,
you could taste it. 

Was it worth any at all? That feeling, that heartfelt bliss?
Can you still feel it? Is it overshadowed by desire of past glory?
Or was it never really there?

Now all those sweet moments, you will crumble to dust, 
so you can have what you had before.
The right people, the right crowds. You want to be it, once again.

 

 

 

 



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Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reviewed on July 10, 2014
A great insight into how life works. Fame is fleeting, but there's always the cable channels with their reality shows to try to get back some of the glory of your one-hit wonder or your 15 minutes of infamous fame.

I would say this poem might be directed towards a certain person in your life. But then, I'm often wrong.

Ron

Reviewed by E Phillips
Reviewed on July 8, 2014
OK. But you can't leave me hanging.
I'll be back for some answers! :)

Reviewed on July 8, 2014
Some people cannot take the change from being glamorous to a quiet self, but some others much prefer to quiet life rather than being glamorous and famous. To each his/her own choice of lifestyle. But I agree with what you're saying in this poem. It's truly sad when one cannot tune in to the more serene lifestyle after the fame. Most fame don't last long, as there are always new competitions coming into light.

Sandie

Reviewed by m j hollingshead
Reviewed on July 7, 2014
poignant read


Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
Reviewed on July 7, 2014
Sometimes we need to step back, retreat into our inner sanctum and try to understand what is really important. As I was never much of a person that followed the crowd, I guess I can't relate to your poem. I like your poem, but I was always the guy standing just off center from the crowd. I was happy there, I'd found my niche. Everyone is different, what is important to others might not be important to you, or me.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray
Reviewed on July 7, 2014
Your poem reads as though you had taken a look at my life and written about it. I can completely relate, Elisabeth. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis


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