The Chain
Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 8:02 am
The Chain
Descending dreams of darkness douse
Responsive light of a laughing house,
A whirlpool, trapping seeds of doubt
So sadly does all logic flout.
Ascending then as gliders soar
On thermals rising evermore
As spirits lift in stark contrast,
A touch of Einstein from the past.
A pendulum of emotions swing,
The balance on a fragile string
To deal the cards in pokers game
Of life, that calls the jokers name.
To gift so many, endless mirth
Highlighting values of ones worth
That should be worn with winners flair!
But sad the game is solitaire.
The comedian, should walk tall
But troubled at the curtain fall
Will oft’ in silence bear the pain
Of feeling, trapped by black dogs chain!
© Ron Boughton
May ‘14
Descending dreams of darkness douse
Responsive light of a laughing house,
A whirlpool, trapping seeds of doubt
So sadly does all logic flout.
Ascending then as gliders soar
On thermals rising evermore
As spirits lift in stark contrast,
A touch of Einstein from the past.
A pendulum of emotions swing,
The balance on a fragile string
To deal the cards in pokers game
Of life, that calls the jokers name.
To gift so many, endless mirth
Highlighting values of ones worth
That should be worn with winners flair!
But sad the game is solitaire.
The comedian, should walk tall
But troubled at the curtain fall
Will oft’ in silence bear the pain
Of feeling, trapped by black dogs chain!
© Ron Boughton
May ‘14
and 'tis much more fun playing with words than mud!