Thank you to vox poetica for featuring my poem “In the Gloom” today!
In the Gloom He walked through the door and found a nothingness, like the set of a silent movie being filmed in black and white. He could hardly tell the ceiling from the floor. In the gloom, he found a window and pulled back gathered curtains. Slender beam of light exposed a million specks of dust, all annoyed at being wakened from their dream. He was uncertain of his purpose, but tenacious in his search. He focused on the door then she waltzed in! Suddenly, the room was drenched in color! A light had been switched on and perceptively he knew why he was there. He tried to tell her just how much he’d missed her, but she was fleeting... like the wind, and disappeared. Is that what it’s like when you need someone, but there is no “someone” to be found?