Complete control
When stubbing out my last cigarette I
Broke the cracked ashtray I inherited
From my old tenants - a sign from on high
That it’s high time I quit this bad habit
Although I’m not religious maybe it
Is some vague universal consciousness
Transmitting a message just for me - quit!
Or is it all in my mind? Do I bless
Myself when I pray, hope, decide or guess
What’s best to do, and then when I apply
Myself to do it, do I have complete
Command and control to achieve success
Or just a mess? Responsibility
Of such magnitude’s often avoided
And now, yesterday's which I accidentally deleted, along with your kind comments - here it is for completeness' sake:
The late spring evening light a ghostly glow
The trees in full leaf a green Berlin Wall
Through the French door light turns into shadow
Created by the table, chairs and all
Such seasonal impressions can soon fall
Like autumn leaves, like reasons and like love
Someone walks in, depresses swich on wall
And harsh electric light glares from above
Scaring nature away with brutal shove
Boxing glove charm despatching those below
From momentary communion with it all
The real world, inhuman as it wove
Its invisible silk web we can’t know
Until deafened to evening TV’s call
<Deleted User> (4446)
Wed 21st May 2008 13:14
I like your style! Great Stuff!