IX of Swords

Humans are brave, so brave,
but sometimes in the night they wake and know
that daylight, daytime, sunshine, laughter, love
are all a dream.

Humans are brave, so brave,
pretending all is well, but in the night
they wake and know that they are picnicking
beside an open grave.

2 thoughts on “IX of Swords

  1. I suspect a very young person could not have written this poem. It takes a certain amount of laughing and loving before picnickers become aware of the open grave…. Don’t you think?

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  2. Yes, and that is probably a very good thing. Though young people – and children – do suffer from night fears, they are far more easily comforted, more ready to believe in “daylight, daytime, sunshine, laughter, love” – and that, of course, too, is as it should be.

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