Thursday, August 4, 2011

Afterimage


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.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Prosody of Time

Prose poses promise
That the story never ends.
Verse lets silence in.

[Disposable Haiku August 4, 2011]
Dr. Mike