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.


© valdohren 2023
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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.


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

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