Re: Thanks and a poem

[Nita Andres <andres2@xxxxxxxxxx>]

Nice, never had brain surgery, but have had enough of other types to enjoy
your poem. It didn't need to rhyme. Nita

Dennis Greene wrote:

> Hi
>
> I'm back after what so far seems to be successful surgery. My thanks for
> your prayers and good wishes.
>
> Whilst not specifically a PD poem, the following was begun whilst looking
> from my room on the morning of surgery.
>
> Sorry folks - mostly it doesn't rhyme
>
> Dennis
>
> Fifth floor - 5 AM
>
> It's 5 AM,
> and night holds day at bay,
> gathering darkness in a close embrace
> which fills the hollow places of this room
> with old emotions, fears, and shadowed thoughts;
> half seen half felt forerunners of the day.
>
> (Life lifts its head,
> says something,
> is ignored;
> I gaze out of the window,
> self - absorbed)
>
> Beyond the glass low clouds reflect the glow
> of orange streets,
> banked hellfire in the sky,
> and silent roads
> pulse with the predawn silver flow
>
> of headlights ,
> and the orange red,
> red orange blink
> of taillights, caught,
> caution stop go / caution stop go,
> in obsessive / compulsive loops
> of imposed behaviour.
>
> How much this view has changed since yesterday;
> then sunlight - spilling free across the plain -
> insisted that it must touch everything;
> and clouds were simply clouds,
> the roads were grey,
> and all this glowing flow
> of traffic
> was just one more half seen detail
> among a million on display.
>
> I have the thought that light is never free
> we pay for light with truth,
> and when  we see it all - and nothing ,
> we will be free - to chose
> between obsessions and the dawn.