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POEMBLOG.VOXPOETICA.COM: Dark Day

Dark Day

William C Ross last gave us Summer Rains. As proven by his poems inspired by the word of the day, the man has a way with words. This poem, so different from the others of his you've read here, shows his range.

Dark Day

By William C Ross

Portentous black clouds hung overhead

as dusk began gathering at dawn,

and the day unfolded slowly—

its hours measured by the chiming clock,

a blind musician

who always knew what number came next,

but did not care if the same number

played in daylight or darkness;

and the day without sunshine

flowed like a bottomless river

toward a night without moon or stars,

and on the black horizon

was only the hope of tomorrow,

and that was just enough to get us through

this dark, dark day.