EXTRACTING BEAUTY FROM ENDLESS SORROWS
A fine Spring day
(though only a city-dweller
would believe that winter is over).
The thrush is singing
in the chapel pines
and on the hills
the thud of bombs.
A woodpecker is drilling
in the valley,
(or is it machine guns
over the ridge?)
simonhlilly 
What a weird old mixed world ours is. plus ça change …
Simon,why are you not acknowledging Ben’s kind message?
Is it the army ranges practicing assaults
Away from the city gets focused’s results
Disturbing the beautiful peacetime with sorrow
One never knows we might be at war tomorrow.
Sibyl X
Ben and I regularly converse. It is not always necessary to add further comment.
As well as being metaphor, extracted from a small experience, feeling the dichotomy and paradox in life and the interpretation of sense data. Also references the fact that although it is peaceful in some parts of the world right now, in other places war is ripping through countless lives.
And you think I don’t know about the Time-warped Chaos phase we are Entering as what always has gone around comes around to haunt us.
And I was only pointing out how it looks to other readers leaving comments on your posts, and you do seem determined to deny other Super-Sensitive people their wholehearted Empathy.