Sunday, December 20, 2009

Shadows On The Edge

Pursued by shadows on a silver plate,
There is little—no, nothing—to hold the darkness back.
And at the edges cold chagrin is always grinning
And that's not the way it's supposed to be
Despite all we hear and all we feel
And all we wish or fear!

We are repelled, that's all,
Compelled to lives of sadness,
Badness, cadness, call it what you will,
Redness of eye and blackness of heart—
We go on with it and prosper
Whether we have cancer, diabetes, or a stroke,
Whether we are the surviving half,
A madness of disease,
Or live alone, a joke that can't be pleased.



  1. Love the first two lines, Ron! But Winter Solstice holds the darkness back - and it's today! Lighter and brighter, from now - but slowly. :-)

  2. Yeah, it's not good enough yet to exceed being an exercise, but I do a lot of paper exercises and can't tell yet if I will someday try to improve this one.


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