A day blinks into a week
blurs into a year
becoming a life,
an instantaneous instance
of serenity and strife;
an unrelenting
undulating
unexplained delight,
where we dawdle on
through darkness
with a brand that’s seldom bright
until we know the night.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
Well Bob, you taught me a new word tonight. I had never heard of noctilucent, had to look it up. I'll remember this one.
Nice poem.
Paul
Thanks Paul, I didn't know it either until yesterday but now I'm quite fond of it myself ;)
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