Turning (Poetry)
31st December 2016
Another page —
and all that space to write upon
like frozen tundra — spotless and unwalked
the snows sweep out the flaws
and smooth the anger
the roughness and the chiselling man-wrought
The sky wipes clean the diary —
aches with longing
the flame in a far window
leaps and dies
red candles of a Christmastide’s
lost meaning
the voice of love lies buried
deep inside
The year is spent —
its sad days unaccounted
and night comes on —
the turning point is nigh
but somewhere in the stars
a hand is moving
the pen is poised
the Earth lets go a sigh
and all that space to write upon
like frozen tundra — spotless and unwalked
the snows sweep out the flaws
and smooth the anger
the roughness and the chiselling man-wrought
The sky wipes clean the diary —
aches with longing
the flame in a far window
leaps and dies
red candles of a Christmastide’s
lost meaning
the voice of love lies buried
deep inside
The year is spent —
its sad days unaccounted
and night comes on —
the turning point is nigh
but somewhere in the stars
a hand is moving
the pen is poised
the Earth lets go a sigh