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Premonition

The sun shines down in undimmed majesty
Across the heavens’ undiminished breadth
On life unsapped, unweighted levity
Of loves and laughs untinged with sight of death—

Except for mine. An unseen shadow thrown
As night across the day strikes untold fear
In me of doom unnamable yet known,
Unseen but felt, and menacingly near.

Untouched by prophecy, my ears hear naught;
But, undeceived, my eyes behold the shade
Of unimagined cataclysm wrought
Upon the heedless world that plays unswayed.

I call to it. Unmoved, it turns away
And laughs, unconscious of the coming day.

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Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. He has published four books of poetry and his poems, essays, and fiction have appeared in various literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel.

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3 Responses

  1. Roy Eugene Peterson

    What a great poem about having a premonition. I had many in the military and it saved me and my men on more than one occasion.

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  2. James Sale

    A wonderfully evocative poem, particular in its appropriate use of diction: all the words beginning ‘un-‘, underscoring a negative that doesn’t exist but yet which threatens to come into existence: minatory indeed.

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