I wrote this free verse poem some time ago and came across it agin today. So inspired by the William Butler Yeats poem that I have posted on echostains, and shamefaced about not posting anything on here for a while (but I am going to post a book review tomorrow) – here is the poem. The inspiration for this poem is one of musing about what happens about the soul after we die and everlasting life really.
Where the Root ends
A root of star was broken off
Flung far away out into space
My vehicle to get between the gaps that bridge our worlds.
I slid,
I hurtled down
Headlong down times chasms,
Bolstering my fall with lifetimes long and earnest,
Burnishing my death with dreams of everlasting life.
I slept between the waiting
For a niche in which to root
And when my time had come again,
I grasped towards the light
Sometimes my hands were feeble
My murmers barely audable
Sometimes my strength revealed itself
Outgrowing it’s brute might.
But through all those hallowed halls of time
My voice shall find an echo.
Though rootless my fragmented self
My Will shall journey home.
© Lynda M Roberts 2010
Bookstains 
Lynda, I just returned from a long trip to my childhood home. During each visit, cannot help but to consider my roots and forgotten memories of all that was. However, as important as that can seem, it doesn’t compare to what could be. The connection of star to soil, earth to hereafter… expressed beautifully. And yes, shame on you for not posting poetry in a while. lol Enjoy the weekend!
Hhehe I am very shamefaced about the neglect of poor old Bookstains Adam! But I am glad you haven’t stopped visiting and commenting! thanks – appreciated!