Two

two poems together

There are two towns, one dark, one light,

divided by a border, two souls,

cleaved between night and day.

I stand bridged over the river.

Two lives, one child, one man,

cut from the same cloth, new and ancient,

with the double seeds of discontent,

a mirror image of the same torn history.

A man and a woman, together but divided,

standing together alone, with distance,

forced into looking for a second past,

shadows that fall upon themselves.

Two ways, one living, one not,

coming together, paths joined uneasily,

a start and a finish, strangers,

the water below failing to form a circle.

Reviews

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A really impressive poem. I get from this image of society (people) torn apart, separate yet forever joined.

Thanks for the review you did for me.