Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Fire and Twilight


Twilight is the destruction of light.

It begins brilliant white, pure as the first spark of the sun. The mind and body joined. The giver of all that is Earth.

Yet, in the sigh of evening, it strikes the deepest of airy seas. Mind and body divide. Blue breathes into the waters, while red endures in the glow of sunset.

And when red falls to rekindle another day, blue remains to sing. Listen to the lullabies of all you've ever known. The voice of all the years.

Twilight is more than the destruction of light.

With knowing eyes, you welcome the night.

19 comments:

Bhaswati said...

Beautiful. If ever words could draw pictures, your name would be up there with the greatest of artists. Loved this: "sigh of evening."

Brilliant.

jackt said...

Sweetness!

Scott said...

Hey, not bad Jason. For a conscientious poetry objector like myself, that is saying something.

Flood said...

Folklore tells us that twilight is also when we are most susceptable to witches and vampires. The not day/not night time makes you vulnerable, so be careful.

Again, you've created beautiful imagery.

Cate said...

Oh, just gorgeous. It was a pleasure reading this--you've changed the way I think about "twilight."

beadinggalinMS said...

aaahhh! :)

jason evans said...

Bhaswati, you're very kind! Thank you. I really do love trying to paint with words.

Jackt, thanks, me friend. =)

Scott, conscientious poetry objector...I love it! I guess it's too much to hope to convert you. ;)

Flood, much appreciated. Funny how a lack of balance and predictability tear down our defenses. When we're unsure, we're the most open to outside influence.

Cate, thank you for the compliment! The greatest thrill for me is to share a perception.

BeadinggalinMS, enjoy. :)

anne frasier said...

beautiful, jason.

i also had a dream about your flashlight tag story last night. :D can't remember the dream though.

Wendy Boucher said...

Love it. I didn't read much poetry until I recently heard Billy Collins speak. Now I'm diving in.

Question for you: Did you mean for it to be blue breaths into the water or did you want it to be blue breathes into the water? Breathes makes more sense to me but I'm a poetry neophyte.

jason evans said...

Anne, that's the coolest thing I've heard in quite a while!! :D

Wendy, I completely read over that typo!! Thanks for pointing it out. :) I did mean "breathes."
I'm glad you enjoyed the post. I like to share photographs with a quick thought or short poem.

mermaid said...

Colorful sentiment. Especially liked the lullabies part. It really does carry over through generations, doesn't it?

Is that the house where you grew up?

Jeff said...

I like the picture and the poem, Jason. Nice job. :)

Deborah said...

I normally don't care for poetry, but I love the way you paint with words.

jason evans said...

Mermaid, there's something about twilight that distills you down to the essence of your life. ** You asked about the house. I'm rather smitten with romatic old houses. I snapped a picture of this one from my car on a trip between Pennsylvania and South Carolina.

Jeff, thank you kindly. :)

Deborah, poetry for me is a communication beneath the words. It's like music. It reaches deeper than the written notes on the page. I'm not a serious poet, but I like to explore that level of communication.

Melissa Marsh said...

I love the twilight hours. It's usually a very calm time for me.

September said...

Twilight -- it's a magical time.
I liked it a lot. Very nice. And great photo.

Claire said...

Very nice...but I beg to differ. Twilight isn't the destruction of light - it's the reduction of light. Splitting hairs on words, but different connotations entirely.

Nice picture. I'll send you more on the other one soon.

Moncrief Speaks said...

Nice.

jason evans said...

Melissa, it's a comfortable time. It brings many things close.

September, thanks! I have photos waiting for the right moment to spark a thought or reflection.

Claire, an important point, scientifically. However, from a perception/humanistic standpoint, it is a kind of destruction. Just like if someone snuck into your living room and stole your cold glass of milk and reduced it into a glass of whey and a bowl of curds. Although Miss Muffet would give a high-five, your nice cookie moment would probably be destroyed. ;)

Moncrief speaks, much appreciated!