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Turning Around

A restless spirit has come upon me

How far still can i go

How far have i come

Reluctantly,turning around.

I beheld the path of my life

The trodden grass, molded

The bridges crossed now fallen

Yes, like they fell and scatter across the ground

Broken images, the forgotten.

I see old comrades empty abodes and weep

The stench of time lingers at the doorstep

Eerie greetings from moans beaneth my feet

And in the brush beyond dance the ghost of eternal sleep.

The crimson sun falling behind the mountain

Sunlight beams dancing upon the surface of the waters

Eased my clouded countenance and let me know

This land that i love is with me still

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: VIR

Favorite Poets: “Withdraw into yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself beautiful yet, act as does the creator of a statue that is to be made beautiful: he cuts away here, he smoothes there, he makes this line lighter, this other purer, until a lovely face has grown upon his work. So do you also: cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labour to make all one glow of beauty and never cease chiselling your statue, until there shall shine out on you from it the godlike splendour of virtue, until you shall see the perfect goodness surely established in the stainless shrine... Never did eye see the sun unless it had first become sunlike, and never can the soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful.”, Plotinus, The Enneads

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

13 years 8 months ago

Hello,

Good title and excellent language usage! I enjoyed the read and the sentiment. Especially these lines:

Eerie greetings from moans beaneth my feet

And in the brush beyond dance the ghost of eternal sleep.

always, Cat

Jahleel Drigo

Jahleel Drigo

13 years 8 months ago

Glad you liked it

Glad you liked my work Cat.I'm no professional at this but I try. Comments like this make me feel like I can keep on posting.lol

Cheers,