Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Crepuscular Creatures

Call me
a crepuscular creature
I exist
in the in-between
Not light
not dark
Not day
not night
I inhabit the fringes
the edges
My time
is the time of change
the time of uncertainty
I hover 
along the borders
of this and that
I am at home
in the almost
and the not-quite
I belong to everyone
and to no one.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Weekend Mini Challenge: Poetry Time


Outlawyer said...

Ah--what an interesting idea for a poem--and we many of us spend a lot of time in this in-between place--probably more in the dusk of it than the sunrise--you've handle this really well here, Lola--a vivid space. Thanks. k.

Gail said...

A space I have often thought about. You captured it beautifully.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I am very fond of the word 'crepuscular' and you have turned it into a memorable persona.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Powerful closing lines!!

brudberg said...

That edge.. I love that image on time. Somehow the present is always the twilight, a shore between tomorrow and the past... love it.

Other Mary said...

Ah - my favorite time; beautifully described.

Maude Lynn said...

This is really cool!

Fireblossom said...

And now I know what "crepuscular" means! I liked this.

Sumana Roy said...

many can relate to this twilight space...a lovely write & learnt a new word :)

Susie Clevenger said...

Wow! What a perfect description of time.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I love how you play with the boundaries of everything here. Also, thanks for forcing me to look up "crepuscular".

purplepeninportland.com said...

Mysterious and wonderful.

C.C. said...

What an interesting take on the prompt....to inhabit the fringes and edges of time. Love it.

ZQ said...

Excellent use of the theme. Well written too :-)