(Inspired by Andrea Bocilli's 'TV Special' recorded in the Duomo di Milano during a 2020 Covid19 lockdown. Featured in the program were views of the World's silent cities.)

Ultimate Reflexion

I feel the sorrow of passing time
Now all the wind has blown,
And in its wake are dying leaves
Whirled like flotsam into piles
On rape’d land – devoid of trees;
Now all the clouds have shed
Their tears for sad goodbyes
And bearing skies turn sunless, grey faces
Towards the gathering floods.

All the children have grown and fled;
Love’s passion has been destroyed
By a bat derived spiky Reaper,
Changing masks at will bequeaths
The ability to cease to breathe.

When does this mind quiet itself,
And memories disperse like gaseous steam?

In the wake of momentous spate
Stones clatter and whimper long,
Uncontrollably grinding,
Rattling, clattering, dryly
Over one another’s dressing –
As they return to volcanic ash.

Oh, have not my months been wasted well –
In pursuit of nothing of great worth?
For now, thoughts lay down in DNA
That they may exist in yet another way.

What Dear Lord, my God,
My cre-a-tor,
Have I done with your dream?

© Griffonner 2021

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Written on 2021-12-03 at 11:42

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Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Good, evokes a feel, reminiscent of a classic beat tradition.

D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
As always my friend a brilliant work. It conveys what so many of us are probably feeling at the present time BTW, I had to post something to be eligible to comment - so you have got me started!

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Great writing.
Reading second time around.

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine description of desolation.

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Amazing poem

I had to remind myself
as i read
that the cities are not, as of today

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
This is not
internet - "poetry".

This is a novel,
should be published

like a


"Micro Novel".


(I would buy it.)

AFRODITE STATHI The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a powerful work!!!Gives so many to think!!!Glad i have read it!!!