a dance of edges
an eclipse acrostic
Every day, when the light wanes in the
Celestial revolve, Silhouettes enjoy their brief purchase until Night takes them willing. They sleep entwined until their morning
Lover steals them awake with hues of promise.
In their memories it has always been thus, caught helplessly betwixt.
People, in turn, are often
Seduced by this dance of edges, trapped by their own memories forgetting that they can turn and create their own
Eclipse.
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Ward Norcutt
Playwright and poet.
My goal as a writer is to write thoughtful pieces of prose, poetry and stage plays. Hopefully, the end results are entertaining and engaging, with layers of meaning that make sense to the whole or a theme therein.
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A skillful intertwining of the celestial and the terrestrial!
I loved the reminder that we are masters of our own universe