GloPoWriMo2019 Day Four

Today is a day of sad fools.

When we were very small
We were told life was a dream
We would soon master it all
And things were just as they seem.
But today when we went to our house
There was water where water should not be.
Last night we had our hackles were roused
And late hours delayed when we were set free.

We do this job
For ourselves
And for the country
We live in,
But the two aims
Are now so far apart
We can no longer
Reconcile them.

Today the ship of fools left the harbour.
Today they set sail with no charts.
Today the fools stepped to the brink
Of the unknowable abyss,
The chasm of unpredictable future
Watered by the mistakes of the past,
And warmed by the infernos of
The hatred and misery
That the fools deliberately created.

(c) 2ndwitch, 04/04/19

GloPoWriMo 2017 - day fifteen.

Today the prompt is about being halfway, or in the middle.


Halfway.

Wherever you are
You are halfway
To somewhere.
Wherever you were
You were halfway
To here or there.
Where you will be
You will be halfway
To the next place.
Halfway is not
The beginning
Or the end.
Halfway is
A movable feast
Between then and then.
The past is gone
It was halfway
Between the distant
Past
And the recent
Past.
The future is
Halfway to the
Distant future.
So, whatever you think,
Wherever you imagine
Yourself to be,
You are always
Only
Halfway
There.

(c) 2ndwitch, 15/04/17