Humanity, whom I have never loved,
Can leave me with dismay
At its array of triviality.
Normality is hard to bare,
When I’m aware
Somehow, and perhaps somewhere;
But more especially someone,
Can make the fun,
Provide the light
That makes the sunshine bright
The night more right,
And gives the fight to live
An edge that’s often blunted
By the boredom of the birth
Of ordinary days.
It’s not just praise that satisfies,
Who provides the prize, should realise
That what’s required
Is not retired minds
Where finds are difficult to make.
I need a risk like gamblers take,
Where the rake-off could be high enough
to make the sky seem small.
So that even when compared
With all that is or’s ever been
The momentary scene could shrink
the total cosmos to a single wink,
and encompass in an eyelids twitch
Just once before I die,
The reason for the pain
© James Rainsford 2012
Note to readers: Posted as my contribution to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. Please click on the comments tab below to record your views. I'll respond to all who visit here.
Kind regards to all who who call in the pub to sup from its verbal vintages. James.