Darkening Hours

Sitting and watching the way some of the political war-games are playing out caused this poem to be birthed.





Darkening Hours  -  21 Aug 15

Watching the way
Some people
Play their strange
Little games

In the distance
Sabres rattling
Almost
Play a tune
Almost

Perhaps they think
It is a battle hymn
Almost
More like a battle dirge

Now the hours
Wrap around us
A dark shroud
To take us all
Into the night





Not a poem to enjoy but it really wanted to be written.

Wrapt In Paradox

Need I say that this is another of the "limite surréaliste" poems?
I was wondering whether if the "W" in the title was necessary but then I felt that the strange ambiguity did rather help.





Wrapt In Paradox  -  13 & 14 Sep 13

In porcelain enfolded
Silken scarves shroud
The day holds darkness
To kiss with the light
Words sing in places
We cannot touch
Except by tasting
The silence
In a moonlit rose





The spellchecker here in Blogger really doesn't like it ~ neither does it like spellchecker and Blogger ~ which is really strange.