Breaking Of Certainties - Poem by Mark Pollins
At the time of breaking of certainties,
When my eyes express absolute truisms,
Shelley’s Wild West Wind seems chilling
On such a hot sweltering day.
Loneliness came by the other day,
Not in person;
It was the understanding of its swamping power.
Quiet Liturgical music,
And the sun going down,
And me by myself –
No language, No sport, No team:
Lost meaning in a lost circumstance.
Just the odd lifting of my head,
To make sure nothing is moving,
And that I’m still in the same position
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