Sword Swinging (a poem, thanks to E)

the sword of Damacles
begins its creaking dissent
amid madness and bitter resentment
the darkening dawn ahead… prescient.

Armaggedon beckoning (to borrow a phrase
from a friendly poet) with skillful ways to praise
using words of beauty…or malaise
born of forethought…not meaning to surprise.

As fear and foreboding take their toll
among the nervous and volatile
the peace and self-confidence wane
as the shadow lengthens  o’er the terrain.

© Sometimes, 2016

13 thoughts on “Sword Swinging (a poem, thanks to E)

    1. your comment refreshed my memory … I love it when some long buried notion suddenly proves itself to have survived among the trivia. Now I’m wondering if the vision I had stemmed also from something Edgar Allen Poe wrote about a sword swinging horizontally above a man’s shackled body lying on a table. The Pit and the Pendulum, perhaps? Thanks for the allusion and also the nudge. 🙂

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      1. English Lit was a favorite of mine, and the Classics have presented themselves and re-presented themselves to me over the decades…what might have been torture back in “the day” easily contain delights that vary as I have grown older.

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      2. sometimes its like pulling teeth, though. My big mouth volunteered to cook thanksgiving dinner next week…its for my ancient sisterinlaw, who has a problem maneuvering some of the family houses w/stairs and all.

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    2. quite appropo recent events, too. The election is over, but so many are still beating the dead horse! They need to take a deep breath and figure out what to do now instead of second-guessing it all. Name-calling is not helpful. 🙂

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