Pendulum

From every birth to every death Underneath the sky Every day in moments of music and tears Every week month and year Opaque and clear The constant continuum Containing millions of shades From blades of love-grass To mass of pain and scum In between The cold to hot sun The cup of sweet milk to The glass of rum In the inexorable pendulum Space and time Bound by chime Boundless too Nostalgia dew Past paradigm Jamaican grime Wintertime In a twist of lime Time doth come In pendulum Haven’t we come across The roses on our cakes And cherries on our books of pleasures And the monsters of failure The blind roads galore After the sunset and before the sunrise In our bread and rice In warmth and ice Sans Christ We have also seen The sparkling waves following the scum In the myriad moments of the pendulum At one end you are pressurized With thorns in sleepless nights By monsters at their height With no glowworm in sight A pitiable plight But that is not the last word As you realize At a prize moment The swords are gone Vanquished by the anemone One pink morning you see at the other end Bees of pleasure on a bunch of daffodils Adding to your leaves Rich chlorophyll Following the barren rocks Jesus handsome Strikes the pendulum So variegated is the continuum Our life and time Our descent and climb Haven’t we shuddered before the big black hole of dark void Resembling malignant typhoid We felt life and death In an uncertain breath In our sun and moon Just a deserted sea shore Not a single boat no door Dank dark doom in endless emptiness No fulcrum For the pendulum Stale ale Moons pale Barren tale Wombs wail Aimless sail Times frail We tolerate Sometimes just hibernate Sometimes we agitate What we do when Knows the tinge of women and men Whatever we do We still wait For a dew to accept us and to elevate Towards a tower Breaking in a little flower We don’t know for sure A lure Or an illusion pure But we like to believe In the cups of reprieve And live Gradually filling the void What has been destroyed May be a day arrives When we see In our emptiness lies our fullness A taste of wholesome The swing of pendulum Unstoppable Always rockable Never absolute Always probable Past and present A lovely blend Fingers of time Strumming a chime So awesome The pendulum _____________________________ 23 May, 2017 For The Contest : Pendulum of Time and Place Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann