Somewhere I found the inspiration to write a poem last night so I thought I
had better rejoin to try and keep the momentum going. Greetings all. The
poem....
Poem
It is night
And there are no dreams left.
The front door remains unlocked
Waiting for the visitor who never comes.
I have spent the evening
Listening to Dylan and watching Hans Sachs:
Dirge and the third act of Meistersinger.
I dont want to sleep forever.
Days were lifetime's ocean,
Morning woke fresh with sun's up.
With love out of the window
I devote myself to pain.
Spinoza's biological view
Kickstarted the Enlightenment,
No Heaven; No Hell; No progress in evolution;
We all return to dust.
I remember the Ballachulish ferry
And how we drove round the loch to avoid it.
There is a bridge now
And no escape.
A little cat to outlive me
Sits on me purring.
Will the last person on the planet
Please switch out the light.
Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
http://www.dgdclynx.plus.com
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