Thursday, July 13, 2023

1592 - Through a Glass Darkly


The Sunday Whirl presents the following words for us to use: (I didn't use them all)
mingled dim damp shallow spell gaze drifts shattered call twitch words split


Through a glass darkly

Emotions tumble through my mind,
Mingled love and fear and hope
What does the future hold?
And will I really cope?

“Write it down”, I’m told:
“Dump your shattered heart
Onto the private pages 
Of a journal, if you’re smart.”

But in the dim light of the morning
I struggle with the words;
Whichever way in which I gaze,
The view is bleak and blurred.

That the beast is in abeyance,
Gives relief but not elation.
It’s been halted for the moment:
Suspended animation.

When will it spring back to life?
When will my wife be dead?
The pointed sword of Damocles
Suspended by a thread.

And so I write as best I can
Of the now and present past
Embracing love where I can;
Only memories will last.

The reality is quite brutal,
To end then then begin.
A solitary life awaits me.
Damp tissues in the bin.
© 2023  J Cosmo Newbery

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  1. Thanks. Not a lot of choice available to me.

  2. AnonymousJuly 15, 2023

    You cannot know when the beast will emerge...Live in the present....A solitary life will not await are loved . Courage mon vieux !


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