The Edge Of Time

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I am empty, thin despairing,

paring the curling flakes of cold damp grey dirge

from life.

 

Swimming hard against the tide,

landlocked, marooned,

cocooned within a ravaged shell.

 

Wind swept, ragged upon ripping tides,

deserted by my intellect.

I am overrun by self pity and doubt,

without a way forward or back or out.

 

In a kiss of moment I will cease to be,

no more than dust and sand.

 

How cold, how cold it has become, colder yet within this dank and sorry place.

 

Withering age whispering the heralding of my demise, tugs at my sleeve for one last time.

 

 Gesturing a crooked finger toward the light,

bright like a halo,

wherein it awaits me

across still waters

upon the long cold lonely

 

edge of time.

 

loss

◄ So Long Ago

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Augusta Darling

Wed 17th Feb 2010 11:04

Thank you so much everyone for your very gracious comments ... It was a very sad time..
I really cannot remember if I thanked you all personally if I didn't then please forgive me...
You are all very encouraging.
Thank you once again.

Augusta x

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Jeff Dawson

Sun 14th Feb 2010 12:24

hi Augusta, enjoyed this lovely description of sad and mournful feelings, How cold, how cold it has become, colder yet within this dank and sorry place. great stuff, jeff x

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Alison Mary Dunn

Wed 6th Jan 2010 11:31

Augusta, I so love 'The Edge of time' for it's great sadness and finality, yet in the last few lines we find hope in the crossing over x

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Rachel McGladdery

Tue 29th Dec 2009 21:58

This completely encapsulates how I feel at this time of year, I read this nodding sadly. It's beautiful and very sad. Lovely.
rachel
xxx

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Cate Greenlees

Tue 29th Dec 2009 19:23

Very different from your usual stuff this Augusta. It is more restrained, with more use of imagery and less emotive. It has an honesty about it which is very sad but beautiful. Well done.
Cate xx

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Francine

Tue 29th Dec 2009 18:31

Beautifully written Augusta!

Sad, yet eloquently stated:
'Wind swept, ragged upon ripping tides,
deserted by my intellect.
I am overrun by self pity and doubt,
without a way forward or back or out.'

Fantastique!

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Dave Bradley

Tue 29th Dec 2009 16:39

Odd as it may seem, Augusta, I like this best of anything you have done. The use of language and the imagery are great. The honesty of it all is reminiscent of Leonard Cohen at his most bleak. I love the way you have built in hope - a hope that I for one can say yes to.

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