Sunday, 27 November 2016

Journal's Entry

Inside a café, from a worn torn place:

Balanced on upturned palm and held high one has to sigh in amazement that even in these anguished times you manage to glide like a ballerina ‘tween your chipped tile topped tables. Perhaps to an imaginary adagio where the tempos set and with lyricism your hips dip to your own metronomes click with not a drop spilt from the glasses full of illusion, using the term illusion lightly as by contrast in distrustful times can so often bring euphoric disillusion. 

To understand the hardship of life here is hard. And so to respectfully observe your selfless poetical grace, your smile and general bonne-amie of which you reserve for all to see; when deep within, like all in this nerve twisting place you must feel that tonight, tomorrow may never come. But to digress and to confess it’s easy to succumb to terrifying thoughts, however, this evening outside the café the sound of the guns have stopped, and since daybreak no bombs have dropped, for now, at least…here’s hoping tonight we can rest tired eyes, hopefully sleep in peace.

© Julian Clarke 2016

15 comments:

  1. What a carefully composed piece that really conveys a sense of striving to rise above the chaos and war the world can present

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Jae, for your kind thoughts, glad you liked it.

      Delete
  2. This is so wonderfully written. I can see her.......I trust no real bombs are dropping where you are on your idyllic island, so you have rendered the scene and the fearful feelings very well.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I'm pleased you liked it, Sherry. Thanks for you thoughts.

      Delete
  3. Maybe it's in the silence we can grow resistance too... sleep is a good thing.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Certainly is, thank you for dropping by.

      Delete
  4. Reads like the best ending to the nightly news.
    ZQ

    ReplyDelete
  5. in times of chaos, one longs for a night of peaceful sleep. you have captured the feeling of restlessness.

    ReplyDelete
  6. We call need that sleep of peace, don't we? May more of us manage to experience it.

    ReplyDelete
  7. This is wonderfully crafted. There is a lovely lyricism within the prose, and yet, the clarity of the situation is stunningly expressed.

    ReplyDelete
  8. balancing act in this circus world is for the trained only, amateurs are bomb fed i feel...so very well written ...

    ReplyDelete
  9. Beautiful writing, and the revelation of the surroundings so deftly done.

    ReplyDelete
  10. Yes, in these fear-filled times, it is good to reflect on movement that is poetic, and sleep that nourishes the soul and mind.

    Elizabeth

    ReplyDelete
  11. I like the idea, you manage to convey, of grace in the midst of Man's very greatest disgrace, war.
    Very lyrical.

    ReplyDelete

Comments are very much appreciated and I shall endeavour to reply, however, this may not always be possible due to time restraints.