Yet another poem to grace my blog. Unlike my most recent poems, it wasn’t inspired by a photo. I thought of the first two lines, and the poem became a sort of rhetorical wondering. I didn’t like my original title for it, so I renamed it “VII” in the Emily Dickinson fashion, as it’s my seventh poem.
By Julia Koslowsky
If dark is the absence of light,
Is Night just the absence of Day?
Or maybe the Moon is the shadow of Sun
Till morning chases it away.
Black could be opposite blue
But maybe that’s the atmosphere
Stars could be opposite sky
Although they shine there bright and clear.
Among these things are Dawn and Dusk
Equal, but opposite, colors the same
The Night and Moon, a cooling storm,
The Sun and Day, a burning flame.