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J. Zheng's avatar

Limbo

There is this quiet moment between day and night. That suspended tension after the sun has disappeared, but before the sky melts into dark. It is the same space I inhabit with you, caught between the solid memory of your shadow and the act of releasing it. Sometimes, I can no longer distinguish what is truth and what is tender fiction. Are these recollections, or elegies I’ve written to soothe the ache? But watch the sky. As the last light fades, the smaller stars emerge. They might be tiny, but undeniable. Perhaps my own darkness must deepen before new constellations can become visible. Perhaps your shadow must grow bigger until it has blended with the void. If this is purgatory, it is a gentle one. It offers not fire, but this slow, merciful twilight, teaching me how to see in the gathering dark. Then eventually, I will have the strength to light my own light.

10 poetry notebooks's avatar

This is beautiful and ultimately positive and enlightening. I've very much enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing.

J. Zheng's avatar

Thank you for the prompt as well. :)

teatablepoet's avatar

wonderful sentiments

J. Zheng's avatar

Thank you! 🥰

Nicholaus Bairley's avatar

Hallucination

Spending the ebbing minutes

Of day’s demise

With the whistling chrome

Mirrored distortion of self

Fisheye lens

Steam’s pirouette

Matter’s marvelous

Metamorphosis

Transparent osmosis

Slight alteration of the backdrop

I see sky, I see

Third eye

Figures approaching angelic

“While you were sleeping”

Maybe I was

Finally awake

Ocular propaganda campaign

Smashed to pieces

In the earthquake

Point of evaporation

We don’t get to see

But we “know”

It’s still there

10 poetry notebooks's avatar

Thank you for sharing your poem with me. I am quite honored to receive each poem in response to the prompts. You capture that moment of translucent change very well. "Evaporation" is an astute concept relative to the "breath" of transition.

teatablepoet's avatar

this is one of your most sensitive of prompts, something to ease the vulnerabilities in me through the delight of creating. i've saved this, and will come back to it for insight time and again. Thank you, on to writing

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as if to stare at constant time's revine

I've braved the line of sanity and in between

but not to say the imagery construed

the continuous pull forth from me and the moon

lying stretched on the lid of careless

My illness did not waste an opportune expense

to make known itself, for the sky,

such to estrange the evenings walker's by

In memory, I cannot see their faces

In opposition to my trance of Big white

with yellow rims and craters sharper than the stars

so far, so small, so large beyond my might

In memory, another mode of spell

between and my suspended dweller

the one who stands by my side

and whistled loud enough to impair focus, yet presence of his mind-unnoticed

And was thee always there? I am unaware

between me

and the

windy

eveining air

10 poetry notebooks's avatar

Inhabits the in-between state so well! Thanks so much for sharing.

teatablepoet's avatar

Lovely to here feedback. It quite encouraging

10 poetry notebooks's avatar

Happy to be there for you!