"Wayfarer," by Hieronymus Bosch, 1510.‘The Wayfarer’ by Edward Ahern The Society July 17, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 6 Comments The waking’s spun with webs of urgent lure And sleep is shriveled dreaming marred by fear. The life allows the walker nothing sure Or level path to others once held dear. But many grasp at getting days with hope And moments still and without vice and shame. A little space to reassess and cope, A quiet calm of mind, a gentle flame. Yet many cast themselves aside and rot And wave away this chance to reemerge The winnowing is fine, the chances not, For those who see themselves as lost and purged. The way is narrow, dimly lit and rough But offers vision clear and good enough. Edward Ahern is a fiction writer and retired international trade executive living in Fairfield, Connecticut. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Edward Ahern July 18, 2016 Really like the illustration you found. Thanks again. ed ahern Reply Wilbur Dee Case July 27, 2016 an interesting, strangely abstract sonnet Reply Edward Ahern July 27, 2016 Thanks for the kind word. ewa Reply Zachary Dilks August 5, 2016 Beautifully written Mr. Ahern. It’s gives rise to the vision that there is always a way to better ourselves so long as the will is there. Too often we take the cleared and straightforward path to our own self destruction out of ease. Semper ad meliora. Reply Edward Ahern August 5, 2016 Thanks Zachary, What I think are my better poems were all written from a zone of personal discomfort, with strained emotional muscle. Best, Ed Ahern Reply Zachary Dilks August 5, 2016 I feel the same as you. It’s unfortunate, but there is always much more truth to pain, but don’t sell yourself too short in other emotional writings. It’d be a shame to feel as if you have to be hurt to write well. Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.