Poetry 'n Prose


Half-lulled and half-longing
By the washed out eclipse
Going on under cloud wraps
I’m wrong footed by the dark

A dark that’s out of this world
A cosmic black joke such as one
Of Hardy’s immortal would crack
But is light or dark the punch-line?

Optimists cameras flash silver
Taking pictures of black and cold
Of the moons ultimatum silence
And it’s beautiful pure total dark

Its yin spirit unknowing, I wait for
Answers where no answers come,
Here in pieces of what might have
Been in some bright totality.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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