Saturday, November 12, 2016

The rebel


Gone is the bird song
For now it is the bat's turn
Those opposite teams

The day's color fades
As now sun shifts out of sight
White light flees the scene

So hope is now gone
As the bullies of the night
Bring fear to our minds

How they chop and change
Sickness now takes up its post
And death lurks waiting

What model of life!
Sun's kiss in the bright morning
Whose idea is this?

I laugh at night's threat
For then I kiss my love's lips
And touch her soft skin

Image found at www.etsy.com

7 comments:

  1. Oldegg, your post could be on the flip side to my coin or post or whatever today! Totally opposite! But good.

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  2. hope flickers in the darkness via love, blind sensuality, and trust. Randy

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  3. Hold onto those birds and rebel against the darkness as always Old Egg - you shine for all of us

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  4. Mayest the night-watchman be thy mundbora 'til sparrow's farte.

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  5. You keep lighting up that night, Robin!

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  6. A very neatly-done and pithy set of haikus for the Wordle,

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  7. With love on our side, we can laugh at any threat. (I have to keep reminding myself of this truth in the aftermath of the recent U.S. presidential election.)

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