Monday's poem

CLOUDS OVER THE SILVER PEAKS
- Brian Turner


Are shaped by the wind
in the shapes of the wind
and you begin to wonder

what they are carrying
with them if it isn't
your hopes and dreams,

your doubts, your complicity
and compliance, and a
wished for, learned decency.

And then from somewhere
out of range of malingering
mortals you're joined by love

and glory and, if you're lucky,
goodness sandwiched in between.


Brian Turner lives in Oturehua. He was recently awarded a doctorate in literature by the University of Otago. This poem comes from a longer sequence called 'Entropy'.

 

 

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