Monday, April 25, 2011

At the stroke of...

A curious combination
of ending and beginning:
old, dying in darkness,
new, birthing in darkness
a shade of light implying
neither good nor bad,
only a change of time,
or perception, the night
ending, the day beginning
in night, yet no discernible
difference except we change
and the glass slipper
remains the same.

This poem is submitted for the Warrior Poet Society hosted by Jason Stasyszen at Connecting to Impact. To see more poems based on the prompt “Midnight,” please visit the site.

Photograph: Moonlight Landscape by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Unknown said...

Love it! Man, you are good....

Louise Gallagher said...

"And the glass slipper
remains the same"...

as long as it doesn't break.

Being a woman with many glass slippers, it's always best when it breaks.

I love how you've woven this poem together.

Anonymous said...

That perception makes all the difference. Thanks Glynn. This is great.

HisFireFly said...

Yes, perception.... God give me Your eyes to see.

Beautiful Glynn.

Sandra Heska King said...

The day begins in the night. Good to remember.

Anonymous said...

for the longest time, cj called it bednight...
but she changed.

Laura said...

beautiful Glynn...truly, truly.

S. Etole said...

those glass slippers ... break so easily