|Storm clouds on the drive home from work a few weeks ago - Johannesburg 2014|
What I've done this A-Z is have a set of poems available for each day but, because I really like the daily interaction, all my explanations, pictures and prose are added the night before the post goes out. It gives me a feeling of connectedness. I love the picture I've chosen for this poem. The splash of light really is quite remarkable in the surrounding gloam (and yes, there is such a word from which the word 'gloaming' is derived and it means twilight).
Anyway, tonight is no different and I got to thinking about the poetry I've shared so far. I've decided that I have quite a bizarre way of looking at the world and life.
Oh well, I've never been accused of being normal, so I'll just continue to enjoy how I view experiences where other people don't even recognise the occurrence of an experience.
Talking of which, the picture at the end of the poem provides one of - a different view of Unite or Fight; an alternative ending; or simply an arbitrary picture with no meaning at all... :)
Unite or Fight
Walking into the room last night
I stumbled into a sphere of light
I couldn't look at it
Yet couldn't look away
Within such a dark place
How could there be such light?
As I breathe in the inexplicable
My mind fills with unspeakable fright
Is this the end of time and times?
Is this to be the end of all?
Will dark and light at last unite?