cat – Dim But Bright Poetry

Poetry – Distraction

So what in times of gnarled beige shade

Can promt us stop our promenade?

To put aside this march for grief

If grief still stands now gravestones lean

Perhaps some shadow flying through

Caught the eye, drew to view

Some sky that’s tinted blue or black

Enough to pause us on our track.

Some halfway points keep focus on themselves

Become their own journey with climax of a cliffhanger

So great that when a true ending comes memory lingers

To when the journey still felt new.

What lopsided view rewards is partisan to the times

Half of two sides creating only holes in both arguments

Flavoured by the biggest voice for whatever

The horde respond to in cheers.