In a storm pushed by
a wind of loneliness
on the seas unknown
my heart beats for the
land of survival called
home
Am I to drown lost in these
nightmares ? passing darker
than this night where not
everything is now believing
now is naught in being again
But for a due course of his
memories in a twist of time
love can smooth the seas
determined to achieve what
has been set before me
negating the darkness that
hides the sunrise ultimately
breaking the odds to be again
(c) Against All Odds
25November2012
Vivian L Dawson
Reminds me of my younger days when the big wide world seemed so full of adventure; many a time when the adventures got a bit gnarly the first thing I thought about was going home. Coming home is one of the great literary themes and you have managed to find your own unique way of expressing it here.
Against all odds much can be done with faith and hope... as you have shown in your masterful poem. This one speaks to me, Vivian. I enjoyed it so much!
"passing darker
than this night where not
everything is now believing
now is naught in being again"
This tongue-twister is perfectly explainable, but only if you have traveled the seas of darkness as this dark, but admirable poem takes us. When the clouds are rolled away that is the dawning of the whole.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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you are in control Lady Vivian...
you have beat the odds...
Lovely
Love and Light
Lily
Blessings,
Christine
Ron
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Joy L. Hale
made clears the ending up....
than this night where not
everything is now believing
now is naught in being again"
This tongue-twister is perfectly explainable, but only if you have traveled the seas of darkness as this dark, but admirable poem takes us. When the clouds are rolled away that is the dawning of the whole.