Midnight: The Rising Poem by GORDON GILHULY

Midnight: The Rising

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midnight driving through

Mennonite country I come across a

convoy - six silent black wagons

each with a single horse and

all on the verge of invisibility all

drawn home more by rectitude than horsepower

home at the Sabbath ending



six black unpremeditated rectangles

against an even blacker blend

of earth and sky



there is insurrection at work here:

this simplicity wears away slowly

at the feet of false gods

cries freedom from their rule of gold

and the quiet gentle destruction

of their temples



there is chaos here:

created when great revolving antithecal orders

grind against each other

there is no subterfuge no pretext

there are no banners proclaiming liberty

no martyrs to create no sacrifices on the ramparts



just the grating shudder

as Spirit and

Mammon collide

Midnight: The Rising
Friday, May 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 26 May 2017

I am totally captivated! By the images so powerful and defined. By the thoughts so provocative and sincere. I am totally impressed by this piece. I have never read you before and I see you have posted only three poems so I shall take my time, savoring this one and the others, getting an idea about what you are about. But I think I will soon be hollering for you to post more poems, please! ! ! 10+ and a place on my fav list

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Gordon Gilhuly 26 May 2017

Thank you for your kind & gracious words, Susan. I do have these and other poems on itiswhathappenspoetry.com (Word Press) Hopefully, you will enjoy some of them, too. My goal is to post a poem every day but sometimes... y'know.

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