Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Mike Turner

Enemy’s Embrace


‘Tis not the thief in the night

Which is the enemy

Nor even night itself

But time

Rising as a mist from the streets

Deep, chilling, relentless

Oozing up through chinks and cracks

Of what is left of the present

Subsuming all

Swallowing the last rays of sunshine

Dimming to hazy twilight

Until the final mote of day is winked out

Leaving only blackness

And eternity itself becomes without meaning

Because when no more change is to come

No more future beckons

When light and hope and memory are all taken from us

Even “now” becomes without form

Ceasing relevance

And time bares the menace of the infinite

As we sink in its embrace

Entombed

In an instant




(Untitled haiku)


Cracked mirror’s image

Reflects different perspectives

Of a central truth




Poetry Cracks


“Poetry”

Is the crack

In our armor

That allow our souls

To shine forth


(After Leonard Cohen)


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