Edge of the Map

At the edge of the map.

In faded ink gone purple.

Beyond this point there 

be monsters. Beware.

We wait, on the edge

of a winter gone long.

We wait, on the edge

of beauty and horror.

Glance one way 

to see beauty. Light.

Glance the other

to see blood. Death.

The edge of the map

clearly drawn, yet

so clearly unknown.

The map of human

hearts is so complex.

Where one seeks

beauty another

rears monstrous.

Birth and death entwine.

Eternity’s promise

seems dim in the

smoke and noise.

Where is He when

we needed Him most?

Ah more importantly

where were we?

Where are we?

Finding our road

wandering to the edge.

Or are we staking out

homesteads in lands

where monsters roam?

Are we hanging back

so far we can’t see

ahead to something

glorious and new?

What if we are past

the edge?

What if the monsters

we fear look like us?Image

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11 Comments

  1. April 16, 2013 at 8:39 pm

    Right after you at dVerse today! Yay! Oh , my friend. Heavy heart this week. Monsters roam among us…and are us. Yes. I have seen too many lately. God help us. HUgs.

  2. Timoteo said,

    April 16, 2013 at 9:32 pm

    Oh my– they do, they do. First rate!

  3. Grace said,

    April 16, 2013 at 11:23 pm

    That last questions begs a hard look at ourselves ~ We don’t have far too look at the edge, sometimes the monster is all around us ~ Good to see you ~

    Grace

  4. kelly said,

    April 17, 2013 at 12:09 am

    Good questions. Tough questions. I have no answers. Peace to us all.

  5. April 17, 2013 at 2:24 am

    As soon as I began to read this I was hurled into the scene in Boston and the horrible reality that truly there are monsters in our midst. And I guess, within each of us lies something of a monster. Well done.

  6. April 17, 2013 at 2:31 am

    “What if the monsters

    we fear look like us?” perfect ending.

  7. Ravenblack said,

    April 17, 2013 at 5:08 am

    Very likely we are all potentially monstrous if we allow ourselves to be. Poem opens doors to exploration on one’s nature and what one can potentially be, monster, or saint perhaps.

  8. claudia said,

    April 17, 2013 at 6:40 am

    good question there in the close…we ourselves can be our biggest enemy at times

  9. Akila said,

    April 17, 2013 at 7:25 am

    the monster lives within us..so true…

  10. ayala said,

    April 19, 2013 at 12:30 am

    Good questions, great write.

  11. rohitwriter1515 said,

    May 25, 2013 at 12:20 am

    I really like the way you have expressed yourself. This is free verse poetry at its best.


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