There is a moment in each day when it becomes obvious that day has become night, light becomes dark. The difference is stark, one from the other. But there is that moment where twilight starts to set in, a gray area in between night and day. There is a balance somewhere in the middle. Today, expand your mind: Find your gray area and write it into your poem.
She was taught to think in black and white.
feverishly writing. Puts down her pencil, and
the thoughts that made it to paper. But more so,
the emptied back of her mind now seems. Blank
really, so she fixates on how erasure smudges
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
WALT’S IN BETWEEN:
BRIDGING DAY TO NIGHT
There is a small window
where light and night converge.
We get this urge to ignore the transition
and take the position that day is day
and night is night; meeting twains
pass when darkness fades. In the shade
of a stone monolithic bridge there is a smidgen
of gray where the bright light is emitted.
You are committed to cross over into
the next tomorrow with joy! No sorrow
rests within its scope. You hope to bask
until dusk crossing over a bridge to daylight!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2021