A Certain Silence

Poem By Neil Graham Marsden

When our empty world spins silently
black rains will wash the sky
and the sun will shine ferociously
upon seas that have boiled dry.

Those hopes and dreams of yesterday
float lost upon the breeze
and carved out names on summer days
will adorn the fallen trees.

When the Gods outnumber worshippers
whose battles have been done,
It will be too late to ponder then
just exactly what they'd won.

No poets then to scar the page
to tell of loves gone by,
or write those final epitaphs
from inkwells long run dry.

No more will ugly minds disgrace
when the power games have ended,
just Earth back to the Universe
as nature had intended.

Comments about A Certain Silence

an amazing poem, i cant say any more...beautifully penned and gets a ten from me.
very beautiful poem i like it.....
how realistic can wordplay get? This is that one gem that scorns us yet guides us like a light in the dark we all have measures!
Gaia will rid herself of parasites one day.The warning signs are clear to see First class piece of writing ivor
great concept..well done... Ency Bearis


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