It bites with an
unrepentant force,
Sinking its gnashers into
life’s calm.
Creeps silently to rest on
opportunity,
Forcing chills of a harsh north-westerly.
It catches breath by
surprise and stealth,
Heart beats race to seek
chambers of rest.
No namby-pamby summer
breeze to thrill,
Reality grasps
pleasantries and casts aside.
Shakes and stirs cocktails
of mixed emotions,
Heaving wishful thinking into
another zone.
Options surface and
cluster towards choices,
This and that were envious
of the half-dozen.
Boxed into submission as
dawn projected itself,
Neither here nor elsewhere
looked most likely.
Facts starred back in a
black and white clarity,
The half-way house was almost
a worthy refuge.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 12/01/2015
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘One Word.’
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/one-word.html
I like some of the word choices here and the imagery.
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Yes, so very true....Reality cannot be denied. We can keep blinders on our eyes for a time, but eventually reality wins out! Facts are there & hit and demand to be reckoned with. Wishful thinking, as you implied, accomplishes nothing!
ReplyDeleteA very powerful poem, Eileen, with striking imagery. Reality is something we cannot deny forever, in the end it does bite us.
ReplyDeleteReality, as much as we want it to, will not cease being reality :) beautiful poem.
ReplyDeletetight poem - really solid imagery - edgy too!
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