Dwelling on the Negative

 Dwelling on the Negative

I prefer to dwell

On the negative,

At least these days.

 

What is has to tell

Is not prescriptive:

Just describes the haze.

 

What is positive

Is still alive and well…

But not in my gaze:

 

A hidden image,

Or light shining through,

Not a centerpiece.

 

Cause much more damage

Is all it would do:

Water on burning grease.

 

Positive, prescribes,

And brings out our hopes,

And brightens our eyes.

 

In this opening…

 

A flood of dark tropes

On our minds inscribes

Disappointment and lies.

 

So, I prefer to dwell

On the negative,

At least these days.