(This poem has nothing to do with the programme of the same name)
Stop insinuating dating and refrain from contemplating when you’re understating all which keeps us hibernating, to keep warm at a time which could do harm.
I don’t blame the illustrator.
Pictures of a great dictator.
A powerful leader brought to their knees on the fringes of ambiguity.
Do some people interchange lives by the means of unseen course?
Travelled is still a road.
It exists in terms of functional quality.
Equality doesn’t murmur.
Doesn’t become unheard.
It’s real and magnified but silently obsurd.
I have a choice not to make a choice and in that my security is found.
No choice is no change and in what’s lost can never be found.
You don’t lose what you never had.
What isn’t yours doesn’t pay to be sad.
Sad’s not the right word, more a trickle of wonder.
….Like the day moves the night and the clouds meet the thunder.
© G.P Williamson 2017