Twilight
The empty page is shining
as if the sun were still in the sky
line after line
empty horizons
waiting for the end of day
the shadow of the pen
cuts across the page
heavy with dark words
while the trees outside
whisper and wait for night
the time of watching is here
a space of anticipation
will the words drip
forming a new landscape
just as the night keeps fetching stars
Pamela Olson, 2/22/09
Inspired by the prompt from
and a line from Poem #224
“The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson”
edited by Thomas H. Johnson
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