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Maude Carthwright Poem
Down those cliffs above the sea,
There are stones who stand unfree
And in the sky there is a moon,
Not to be free anytime soon.
Hence, I stand in the door sill,
Feeling nothing, yet tranquil.
Left in pains of martyr’s height,
Seeing nothing, but the light.
Broken in this vile doorsill,
Having nothing but this will,
To finally find freedom to get in,
To glance my eyes in the within.
And so I stand in the door sill,
Felling warmth and a great chill.
And I should turn around to leave,
But if I go, I’d go to grieve.
Let me in,
To what’s within.
Stepping forward from the sill,
On which loyally stood I so Still.
Copyright © Maude Carthwright | Year Posted 2018
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Maude Carthwright Poem
Come!
Sit with me on the sunken boat.
Promise that this boat will float.
I want you to thank me for this,
I’m the depth, and you’re abiss.
We match so perfectly in space,
We even share a lively grace.
Why wouldn’t it be the same,
When we have this boat to tame?!
While we're busy, we may die,
Still, there is no time to cry
We must build, rebuild instead
For the boat above to stand.
Working in this endless lovely liquid
When there’s nothing left and vivid
We can rise this boat of death,
From the hollow pit of depth.
Resurgam.
Copyright © Maude Carthwright | Year Posted 2018
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Maude Carthwright Poem
Another
The Universe loved the earth so fondly,
It offered years, new years to the man.
The whole earth is blessed so broadly
With new beginnings in its lifespan.
That fondly loved the Universe the earth,
It offered the man a continuous birth.
In every new year, it grants another chance,
For the man to meet new circumstance
The Universe loved the earth so much,
That every year it blesses with its touch,
Bringing with the night another new chance
And with the new dawn, new circumstance.
But Universe did not offer the man
The chance to turn back in his lifespan,
Nor has it given the man a smaller cost
To take back what has been lost.
Copyright © Maude Carthwright | Year Posted 2018
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