David O'Haolin Whalen Poet Ode

Perhaps the Heart of Day

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Twilight

Twilight...the darkest part of dusk
Velvet blanket pulled tight 
to chin of day

Once bright day that’s now become a husk
of its former sunny self 
And now shall sleep the night away

Twilight's neither day or night
It’s life is measured in minutes
And it’s hue is always grey

It’s mordant hue, It’s somber light
It’s job is of transition
It’s what tucks in... the drowsy day

Twilight’s but a tiny part
But it’s a tiny part we trust
and if the day had a heart

T’would be twilight
The darkest time
...of dusk...

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John Fleming November 15, 2017 at 4:40 PM A bit of a tongue-twister; at first attempt rather difficult to read through...so I gave it several. Each time I read it, out aloud, it just got better and better! It really is very cleverly constructed, David...most impressed -- its a little beaut!! My very best regards as always. :) john