Thursday, July 10, 2008

Poem: Untitled

A soft glow through your window.
A bird singing brightly.
A hope for the new day.

Darkness though an open window
The droning of rain.
A void where once there was joy.

Each part of life,
powerful, in constant flux,
one to the other, and back again,
a piroette of emotion, of life,

not so much a war, once against the other,
but a dance, where each is held close,
and released, to dance again
and again.


The photograph was taken outside my apartment in Daleville, Va., in the morning fog. You may click on it for a larger version.


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