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no future
There is no magic anymore,
for we have seen it all before:
soft silver moon, sweet stars all shooting,
our precious planet we’re polluting.
There are no secrets anymore,
none hidden in the deep heart's core.
And paradise won't be unveiling,
nor come with clouds of glory trailing.
There is no shelter anymore,
no haven safe on any shore
from savage storms and sea’s tsunamis
and plagues, all marching in like armies.
There’s nothing special anymore,
no sacred sites like once we saw;
the sacramental tide is turning;
the bridge to beauty's broke and burning.
There is no meaning anymore,
just dissonance to darken door.
And symmetry that rhymed with reason
has turned on us with traitor’s treason.
There are no lovers anymore;
our mirror image we adore.
The passion in our hearts is chilling;
our veins, with frozen rain, are filling.
There is no laughter anymore,
just mocking mirth, and furthermore;
all joy just jangles like it’s joking;
good cheer, once cherished, now is choking.
There is no future anymore;
an open grave’s the open door.
And hope, that dove of peace, is lying
on deathbed, so discreetly, dying.
Comments
Rosewood Apothecary
Fri, 2023-02-24 10:31
Hang in there
These absurd days always sneak in but tomorrow can be better if you remain open to it. I’m working out in the cold with high winds up in New England it’s been a challenging morning here too.
I hope things turn around,
Tim
Blue-eyed Bolla
Fri, 2023-02-24 11:58
no future
Thanks Tim.
KBloor
Seren
Fri, 2023-02-24 11:07
Dear KB
I think this was so well written, but I feel you all the way from down under and more than you could ever understand. It feels like the world is unravelling its been feeling like it for a long time and its like people are blindly walking through life not *seeing* what's happening to our planet, but I will say there is still some magic left, the magic of the written word.
Keep Writing.
hugs Jayne xox
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Blue-eyed Bolla
Fri, 2023-02-24 11:57
no future
I wrote this poem during the early days of Covid lockdown in the UK. Thanks for your comments on my poor little rhymes. "The magic of the written word??"
KBloor
Seren
Fri, 2023-02-24 12:01
uh huh smiles
Hugs Jayne
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats