Wednesday, 8 March 2017

waiting for midnight


this day’s chapter, soon, comes to its close,
when midnight hour – strikes – and last bell tolls.

has the moment ticked, when madness rests …
when mighty apes take breaks from beating chests?

or is there breath left for another lie …
or seconds … for more refugees to  die?

does time remain, to tear loved ones apart,
and shatter one more soul or break a heart?

has the clock – paused plans – meant to divide,
with bombs and walls … and us-and-them … and sides?

is the daily harm, to earth, completed?
and a few more human rights, defeated? 
                                
has languor managed to allay the din?
or can we squeeze in, one more wretched sin?

                                                       it’s midnight – day is done – the minutes reaped …
                                                        I turn the dark, dark page and try to sleep.

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“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, 
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” 


- Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities, 1859

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 photo:  Waiting for Midnight = W. Bourke

© 2017 Wendy Bourke 

22 comments:

  1. Here is an insight into time (beyond the well composed poem).

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  2. Yes, each day's chapter draws to a close...and often it is hard to sleep when one thinks about the lies, the refugees, the harm to the earth, the destruction of human rights, the issues that are meant to divide rather than bring people together. So many things to worry about each day. And indeed it is hard sometimes to turn that dark, dark page! A poem of today's world, Wendy.

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  3. The Dickens excerpt juxtaposes so well with your poem, to prompt questions of humanity, eras and lessons learned if any

    Thanks for a very thought provoking poem Wendy

    much love...

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  4. Wonderfully put... though war cares not for definitions of night and day and seems to carry on horribly regardless.

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  5. "or can we squeeze in, one more wretched sin?" that's what the present time up to...ugh...

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  6. it’s midnight – day is done – the minutes reaped …
    I turn the dark, dark page and try to sleep.


    Beautifully haunting!

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  7. It is quite horrific to see so many people writhing in agony with what is happening to their country. I only hope that other nations will give hope and support for a truly fair and just nation in the future.

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  8. I think for many of us, falling into a peaceful sleep is a much more challenging thing lately. But sleep we must, to get up and fight the good fight the next day.

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  9. It seems to be the nature of things. We are not asked. The question hangs in the air.

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  10. An eloquent presentation of troubling times.

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  11. I really love the rhymes and meter in this piece Wendy... It made me think of Dylan Thomas in a way... and Oh how much we have to see, and how compassion's lost and gone. Yes it will be hard, but we will be better humans if we try.

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  12. Every day a challenge. Troubling times...nicely penned.

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  13. I, too, loved the rhymes and metre........and the lines resonate so deeply in your readers. This is a beautifully penned poem, Wendy. I love it.

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  14. Piercing, honest, sad too. Yet, beautifully penned. I wish the midnight hour would bring an end to all the negativity you so well describe. Excellent writing Wendy.

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  15. Oh, those closing lines.....so powerfully written...you capture that challenge so vividly.

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  16. This is so well-written and moving.

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  17. Wow! Speechless. We are in a horror story, and you have written its preventative epilogue! It's stunning.

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  18. has the clock – paused plans – meant to divide,
    with bombs and walls … and us-and-them … and sides?

    So many dreaded situations currently impacting on the world scene. One just can't rightfully do justice to one but to see some others in a worst position!

    Hank

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  19. One minute to midnight, you think? We live in troubling times indeed. We do what we can, and must. You do it with excellent words; thank you.

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  20. Waiting is the longest... not sure what may come tomorrow. An insightful poem, Wendy.

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  21. Admired the rhyming verses Wendy ~ I am an optimist, ever hopeful till the end ~

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