
Stare at a white wall for a minute,
and the afterimage will be black.
Stare at a black wall for a minute,
and the afterimage will be white.
Each follows the other in turn.
What follows fear but joy?
What follows gladness but pain?
Nothing lasts forever.
Prosody of Time
ReplyDeleteProse poses promise
That the story never ends.
Verse lets silence in.
[Disposable Haiku August 4, 2011]
Dr. Mike