21 June 2009

Grey Dawn

ash of ages

ash of ages
grey matches
feelings in exactness
every way
each curvature’s
phrased in words effaced
no depth of field
no contrast to appraise
a form or raise a shape
no interplay, no
joie de vivre
this aggravating
day allows
ennui off the leash
hopes soon fade –
rain begins again
endless silent greyness
fasting senses end
an empty feast
with spectres hollow
laughter booming a
© 6 April 2009, I. D. Carswell