Unfinished Lament~

Welcome the fragrance
A gift from the flowers
Pleasantly distracting you
Trying to shut out the noise
And the smell
From the World

Turning away
From a moment of victory
Or is this capitulation
Wrapped up and placed
Delicately under the Christmas Tree

Rather an expression of defiance
Accepting of nothing
Yet blending,
Embracing almost
An environment
As a tear trickles
Down.

The silent majority
Stir
Uneasiness
Like an earthquake
This
Rattles foundations
Oh can these masses
Rise together
Now

Oh shameful Courtesans
Sidle up close
Alongside our conscience
And whisper
Reassuring lies
As we return to our slumber.

A moment lost.

©Neil Chatterton 2011

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