At the saffron edge of twilight’s crossroads,
you pause, listening for what the air keeps;
a small shell rests in your palm, cool and sure,
its inner hush guiding you forward,
toward whatever waits beyond the turning.
In the garment factory
bloom the
delicate young women.
I live in a rented house.
When the bear-dance
comes to an end,
drawing
zeros
again and again,
I must return
from the school
of the bees.
Rivers
brush their teeth
with neem twigs
deep within
their waters,
there is
a secret
world:
horses and fireflies,
and a rain-wet
shiuli tree,
a vast
fragment
of stone,
all alone,
beneath
the vastness of space.
The jellyfish boats
are returning home.
Beyond the rooftop
of the three-storeyed house,
a pine tree
stands,
in its own mood,
the monsoon clouds.
Having dived
deep into
the depths
of my own being,
near the burnt-out
stub of a cigarette,
I find myself
wondering:
Should I
write anew
Goanna and Twilight?
I sat again on that old broken bench at the park,
Watching birds, people, and the last rays of the sun fade by,
Remembering our final words—spoken so far from kind.
A single tear I had to shed for the moments lost in time.
The skies turned suddenly ominous, though I knew not why—
But by the grace of God, a little girl smiled, ever so bright,
And I finally realized: forgiveness is not so far behind.
still water holds light~
a slow curve of fading day
resting in the reeds
The Twilight Zone is my home
A place where liars and thieves roam
It has been for 11 years
Nothing but my tears
My husband is all good with his brother a liar and thief
And for me there is no relief
Until this year the Twilight Zone I will leave
And leave my husband the only one to grieve
For his brother is the one that made the Twilight Zone
Never again will I roam
Far far away I will be
And let my husband enjoy the Twilight Zone
Invisible to others,
But visible to you,
Oh, Mother,
In the light but hidden from view,
Yet seen by you,
Oh, Mother,
I cried,
I don’t want the world to see me as I am,
I don’t want the world to see me in my messy puddle,
I don’t want the world to see this lesser part of me.
Oh, Mother, embrace me,
Oh, Mother, tell me again those words that guide me through a turbulent sea.
Oh, Mother, my heart bleeds, and my mind plummets into the darkest night.
There’s a deep silence.
My mother smiles and holds my hand,
As tears stream down my face.
August 18, 2026.
Surround me with your twilight kisses,
enfold me with the lights of your soul,
encircle me with your warm smiles
tonight and every night as the drift comes.
Hold me, pull me closer,
speak a million words for me,
kiss me with your subtle lips and
dream…dream with me.
Make me breathless as you reach for my hands;
cover my eyes with your charm
as we vividly float
into the beauty of the day.
Place me within a bubble and
let me be blown away by the beauteous breeze,
place your hand in mine and
fall in love.
Come to me when dusk is silently creeping,
whisper and captivate me
as we lose control and
fade into each other.
Songs are heard at twilight;
They gnaw at the mind
And pierce the soul.
Rhythms from the mirror summon,
Soon beckoning with revelation.
A door opens,
And mystery transforms into a pathway.
You are pulled, led, and guided,
Emerging as a different version of yourself.
The mirror reveals the hidden treasures of the night.
July 3, 2026
Nette Onclaud,
Finish In Ten Poetry Contest.
darkness moves like a
mast's head across the sky, before
whitewashed fisher falls under the sun.
pink and orange still cry ebony —
with her sky's waves I try to run;
colors can't kiss for my tongue,
and hidden oars are burned on the clock's dock,
pass her fins, can't fly, on blue lungs.
the sky's shoulders that were shaded with dark
are now heavy with morning birds, that sing
and dead dreams; too much light
for waking innocent eyes —
A Triolet to Make My Day - 6-23-26
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Twilight Spreads a Lavender Dream
Twilight spreads a lavender dream
As sunlight slides behind the hill
When nocturns sing a first star theme
Twilight spreads a lavender dream.
Silver drips from gentle moonbeams
Onto the rose, a moonlight trill.
Twilight spreads a lavender dream
As sunlight slides behind the hill.
The silver sky gently mists,
shrouding trees, emerald dark,
with echoes of mystery.
Soft, beautiful and cold is the melody
the wind blows, far away
through branch and lilting bough.
All is quiet, with the deep-breathing silence
of cool, evening peace.
The air, fresh and cold, enveloping light with grey;
carrying with it the harmony of
crickets and birds. Keeping the ancient
twilight tryst they sing a little warmth amidst
the charcoal world, and a gust in the shielding leaves
speaks in barely a whisper:
beckoning…
While I lay, still as silence –
Fingers pressed upon the chilled glass,
the wind noiselessly billowing
the soft, pale curtains.
I reach for a cold, sad,
beautiful world -
until the rain begins to fall.
Alone, breathing slow and deep,
I smile.
Be it most feared
Feel not its chill.
Verging on whose danger's pull
Of mute unknowns is but full
Pleasure-walk still.
Though not so led
Could not let go
Me, when naughty looked, unfound
That cloaked support, felt around
Trace still. Hallow!
Whom, no fence, creek
Had yet confined
This, Time's gorge which so impedes
Down into which light recedes
Leap with like mind.
When the earth stands still what will we do?
Will we go to work as normal
or will we fly off the edge?
Will the news report on it?
Will they tell us to stay calm?
Will the children still wake up for school?
And will the fridge still hum at night?
Or will all hell break lose
as people abandon their humanity?
I know I'll come find you, my safe space.
Cuddle up nice and warm, somewhere high and dry,
and watch the cacophony
as everything I've ever known
violently
fades
around
me.
At this stage of life,a lot I have learned
From the experiences,that I have gained
Believe in yourself, believe in God
He is the Savior, he is the Lord
Never be impatient, never lose hope
There is always a way for opportunities and scope
Hardwork and strong determination
Will help you achieve your passion
Have patience, never grumble
A lot of courage, you need to assemble
A slow and steady ,is never a failure
Success comes to one,who is a true believer
Wait for your turn, play your part
You will rise,in the sky,you will dart
The feeling after success is so great
The happiness is priceless, no one can rate
Be always there to support and encourage
Quit the path,leading to outrage...
I always thought that twilight
belonged to those who are old
to hand that once held too much
and to stories long ago told
but now I see it's not so
twilight is at every age
when one world fades behind us
and another flips the page
I have buried deep some versions
of the girl I used to be
watch the rainbow fade to gray
then return brighter than the day
If I stood in front of younger me
I would say "it's ok to stumble some courage is handmade"
Do not let the bitter breeze
teach your heart to close
even the sun when leaving
remembers how to glow
so, if this is a twilight
left find me wide awake
still gathering the specs of light
that almost made me break
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