Thompson Emate Poet Rhyme

Dusk and Dawn

The strange emerges at night,  
Somewhere in our slumber, it comes to life,
It refuses to be silenced,  
A tempest at its core.  

There exists a presence of the strange,  
Hidden in the twilight of the chamber,  
Resistant to the light,  
Awakening with the night.  

The mystery is a haunting shadow,  
Holding sway in the depths of the chamber,
A battle rages in the deepest region, 
With turbulence at its epicentre.  

Becoming is the arrival of the strange,
It resides in the fruitlessness of darkness,
The soul seeks freedom  
As it walks in divine wisdom.


March 18, 2025.

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Sara Kendrick March 21, 2025 at 3:09 PM Creative winning work. I am glad that I chose it to read today. Congratulations on it being on the winners' list. Way to go. Sara K Thompson Emate March 22, 2025 at 12:15 PM Thank you, Sara. I'm honoured.