God Turned Night to Light, but . . .

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem 

He knew his instincts and he knew them right,

As right as when Jehovah ordered space

And time, as when His beard proclaimed the light

Which promulgated trillioned starry lace

And banished blankest blackness.  But the truth

Of love’s perceptions was ignored.  This man

Imagined stupidly that love and youth

Long lost might come, revived.  The span

Of Gobi decades, desiccated dunes

(The wrinkles on two lovers’ skins) and droop

Of unrelenting melting flesh, and goons

Of sadness might allow a stardust scoop.

   And so these two met up again, too late.

     Their love then turned to something more like hate.

~ Phillip Whidden