Black and White
I gaze, in trance, above,
Spot the tree -
Ever green
Willowing, outwards and upwards
To join, in unity, with the sky
In silent reply,
To a prayer
“Devil, may care
But, leave me, out of it”
The birds,
Swoop, over the trees,
Escalating higher
Seeking a sanctuary, away, from the Mass.
The sky, is wrought out, with pity, for the crows
The squealing, gross black crows
Who show, respect
But, only, for the dead
The clouds,
Barely visible
Mostly, grey fog
Streaked, in parts, with white talcum powder
That, the ruler, of the planet, decided to sprinkle
To add, a dash, of hope
Where, is, mine?
God, where, is mine?
To me, all is,
Black
Side, by side, with white
I fuck, and then, I fight
There is no middle ground,
Only parallels
I live, in my own, parallel universe
Just, like the crows
That, suddenly, seem less ugly
I can identify, with the outcasts of this world
Black is my mind’s burden
White, stark, stunning white, is polaris
In my night time, transfix-iation.
Claire Lamb. Updated Jan 2014.
(2014)
Death
Despair
Hope ?
Patterns of thought
(A little word creation -poetic license- was employed)
