How Very Strange
Of hope …..
How strange it is, how very strange,
that in the still of night
I feel the beating of my heart,
then catch the morning light
that dances on the shadowed walls
to captivate my sight.
How could I so behold the dawn
and feel such joy inside
when all the world has slipped away
and everything has died –
there’s now a flicker of the flame
that I can no more hide.
It is so strange, so very strange,
when filled with such dismay,
that I should ever be so moved
to see the children play,
and watch the falling of the sun
as at the close of day.
So strange it is, so very strange
that life yet moves along –
this world will keep revolving whilst
the chorus sings its song,
and all that is will ever stay
full resolute and strong.
There is no much more than I can add to what has already been said, Val. I am pleased that you can see ‘the light at the end of the tunnel’ even though there is a lot of darkness around us.
I never venture into the territory of the so-called ‘deep’ critique as I know that everyone has his/her own style; I belong to the brigade ‘I don’t know much about Art but I know what I like’ and I like this poem very much.
Thank you so much Luigi, am pleased you liked. Like yourself, I don’t do deep crit as I don’t consider myself either knowledgeable enough or qualified to do so, and also like you, I know what I like, and there are also many I do not quite understand.
I wholeheartedly agree with Luigi’s comment.Yes there is a lot of darkness around us,but we must not despair.A beautifully composed poem. Sorry I am so late with my comment, but time is not always available under present circumstances. Keep well Val, Peter xx
Thank you again Peter for reading and commenting. Most of us seem to have our share of darkness on this site, and I so wish it could be different, but if we can each glimpse a little light from time to time, then maybe that will help to sustain us. Hope you are doing well yourself, and best wishes to you.