Light, dark, dusk, and dawn
Twilight slowly fades into
Night or day
Black and white and grey
Fifty shades and more between
The ends of the spectrum
Male and female too
Are not so different.
There are no opposites.
Words have always been my art: They dance for me and sing for me; They laugh for me and cry for me; They are my paint and brushes; They are my clay.
Light, dark, dusk, and dawn
Twilight slowly fades into
Night or day
Black and white and grey
Fifty shades and more between
The ends of the spectrum
Male and female too
Are not so different.
There are no opposites.
I don't have a mic
So I can't record a poem.
I wish that I could.