Poetry list
seven days
it’s happening
the last week
the one we call
holy Jerusalem
awaits as always
the magnet the
hope the promise
life and death
in a cosmic
focus the dust
the donkey the
palms the
cheering a
dizzying day
of sunshine
that must then
be eclipsed the
meaning lies
beyond control
in the pettiness
of spite and the
bleakness of
disillusion and
betrayal within
these days are the
meal that spans
the grave and the
everyday cruelty
of judgment and
torture amidst
the olive trees the
blood like sweat
of fear and the
apogee of
uncertainty –
your will that
sharpens the
agonies and
darkens the
skies of
forsakenness
until the
spirit is
given up here
is the muddle
of all living
as it spins into
death and all
believing is
waiting
© Neil Thompson 2024