Knights Not Nights, Ross Bleckner
Happy New Year to everyone. I've just written this poem while peeling the spuds for tomorrow's dinner. I hope you all have a good day tomorrow.
Knights Not Nights
After Bleckner
New Year
comes to darken the lighter sky
to
sever the night from its stiff black tie
to
dance with visions and the dream not dry
as
time peers on with paternal dry eye.
And
later dazzling bright fireworks fizzle
succumbing
to the rain’s softer drizzle
to
pools of water that are a mirror
to
lost light, and the light still to capture.
In
these shadows of shady reflection
candles
quicken with great satisfaction
drinking
the darkness that birthed their flame
that
calls out strength giving courage her name.
So
they pass on this journey men and days
on
roads known to life, and death, their ways.
Órla
Fay
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