Author's Notes

Trying to select an essay topic. Coincidently torn between a series of poems and a novel. Was looking into the poems today, and got a little bored with the internet taking so long to load the book. So…yeah. Mind drifted off. It's a poem collection, consisting of five poems. It's actually a trial for another, more in depth poem journey, so lets see how this goes. I'm in a right mood lately aren't I? Three poems in three days…and the last poem I wrote before that was about 2 or 3 years ago.

This first part is named after the time of day/night: twilight. It is the time between dawn and sunrise or between sunset and dusk, when it is not completely light or completely dark. It is a very symbolic time in Hinduism, they believe it's a time ideal for study and education. They're actually all named after times of the…well, mostly night, but it depends on when you draw the distinctions. Funny thing is, the title is Approaching Dusk, and Dusk is the next poem. I like it though.

Enjoy, and tell me what you think.

Approaching Dusk

It wasn't a one step process getting there. Set during/after the Duskmon saga.

Kouichi K/Koichi

Rating: T

Genre/s: Poetry/Angst

Twilight

I am a clean slate, polished clean and shining,
Carved into existence, chisel sharp and exact.
The hand that wove me holds me now,
The warm paw, the honey tricking down my gorge.

The slate shines, reflecting the light.
I know it pains, already I feel the sore
Red eyes staring back at me from that mirror
Blank, empty, tabula rasa waiting to be filled.

Pain, I found, I immediately disliked;
I avoided the sun. Nocturnal it may
Though darkness I learnt soon as my home,
Dear cold, dark, void-filled sanctuary.

Shadows guarded well, and learnt far more
Walls listened close, seven eyes saw
Calm, cool, precise slashes in the foundations
In necessity. Fools errands cast asunder.

Silhouetted against the black canvas
I watch in my shadows and wait.
My blank slate shines in the moonlight,
Searching…but something reels me back.