SUDDEN AS A POUNCE
Sudden as a pounce, I was assailed
A notion I would see a white cat
Does it matter?
Thoughts need no reason
Cats can be black, too
Prescience is fickle
Dogs don’t count.
Pain is the futile stoking as the fire in your heart flickers out
Memory is the dimming experience of a worn out consciousness
Courage is the sense to forgive defeat by fear
Truth is accepting the need to lie to yourself
Faith is the blessing bestowed on the unquestioning
Conditional is the holy scripture shackling the brethren
Weakness is being held hostage by a
Freedom is never needing to be loved.
One reply on “John Tynan – 2 poems”
Really enjoyed both poems especially Pain. The line Faith rings through to us all now in this difficult time. Looking forward to reading more.