Paris Friday November 13th 2015 by Jonathan Beale

I am not a silent poet


All mankind… being all equal and independent, no one ought to harm another in his life, health, liberty or possessions.
John Locke

An accidental falling of spring sun light

As the afternoon fell in to darkness

In this mid-November storm.

Seas of leaves – storm and vortex – divisive

The pigeons in their chores relive.


Swirled around and around until

The afternoon fell into darkness

Life off course, and of course.

Their number, too vast

For their time – just too vast.


Their future rips at their deed

As the darkness fell into death

To exist, in a Parisian mood.

Not out of any hellish scene

From Bruegel or Bosch.


The ages crumble, as change must,

As darkness fell into death

trying to erode, the foundation

of the mountain.  The Gallic

strength not to bow; not to break.



It is clear that not…

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