Enigma. (a post election poem)

Well now we know how things have gone, how significant might this poem be?


A feeling of peace within?
Remember they have troubles too.
Cuddling close for protection and warmth,
Do you still hold the same view?

You seem agitated and I wonder at what,
Like the black notes on a score.
Making sense to some, but not to others,
There is no need for you to be at war.

Was mother queen so surely crowned,
Self contained like some tight ball.
Still hovering like a raindrop overhead,
No hiding place in thoughts at all.

Alone amid the misty gleam of dawn
The sated birds have had their fill,
No purer scene the whole world round
Each breath a brush mark, still.

The melting stream begins again to flow,
And youthful maidens haste to sing and dance.
All peaceful and sprightly they, on show,
And still you seem to say, perchance.

But now the feet of busy people walking to and fro,
With always a problem, or something to say,
A time to pause, to think, to dream!
And hope tomorrow brings another day.


© gerry 2023
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hi Gerry
A fine poem, no doubt about it. Lyrical. I hope that our future does hold brighter days, because we’ve certainly had enough dark ones. You poem speaks to me of hope and that can never be a bad thing in my mind. I’ll be reading that final chapter of yours asap. I’m a bit swamped at the minute and don’t want to rush through it.

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