The in-between time falls in soft silence,
cloudy blue is the color of its’ face. A time
of gathering up, of languid
preparation, a slow easing into
the coming darkness. It’s for low laughter
and the clink of wine glasses, night
blooming Jasmine and whispered secrets,
dew covered toes and hidden kisses.
It’s for drawing in and settling
the lessons of the day,
then filing them in a closet in your mind
and closing the door.
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Originally published on my Tumblr in participation with the 365/52 writing prompt site. Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online poetry community where poets share their work and support each other.
Charlotte Hamrick 
ha. i always said i would like to see the stories between the pains in comic books you know…the real life…they are important…between the big events there is a sweet time to live…to remember…and file away what we need…
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Oh, I like very much the in between time….the time between day and night, the time between one event and another. Much of the good of life takes place in the in between time…..before the darkness falls.
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Languid – that’s a good word – also the atmosphere of your poem. It’s ever so nice.. the in-between time and the poem.
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I like the moment capture between time & the easing into darkness ~ Enjoyed your creative response ~
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Nice – it’s that space between that I relish the most. Your imagery is beautiful, especially like “dew covered toes and hidden kisses”…
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The time many do not see, that is sure the time to be seen
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Makes me feel part of the sensual toasting and want to know what happens after the door is closed.
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night
blooming Jasmine and whispered secrets,
dew covered toes and hidden kisses….Lovely capture, great lines here. Happy New Year.
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def. cloudy blue… i love those in between times… great atmoshphere and i love the dew covered toes…
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Time between time is indeed important and ought not to be overlooked. I like the idea of using it for ‘languid preparation’ or for ‘low laughter’ or wine. I also very much enjoyed the atmosphere of your poem.
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Lovely! A clink of my glass to yours!
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Lovely ode to the night!
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the closed door at the end seemed so stark and grim, does it ever reopen ?
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Bill, the door is closing on the “lessons of the day” so the in-between time is filled with relaxation and peace. 🙂
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Thanks I’m glad you stopped to read.
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thanks – -I thought the door might be closing permanently, metaphorically speaking.
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I always read my comments and try to repay the visit. I appreciate each and every one of you and the time you take to read and comment. Thank you!
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Well..this reminds me of the song Twilight by E.L.O.
Threading the halls of sanity..and hoping to go on…
Never meeting the difference..between night and day..
Moving only with Twilight ..beyond light or dark of existence….
FinAlly falling asleep..only to wait for twilight again….to meet between..
dreams and that which IS DREAM..
REAiTy!
HAPPY 2014..TOYA2!
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It’s for low laughter
and the clink of wine glasses, night
blooming Jasmine and whispered secrets,
dew covered toes and hidden kisses.
I need a lot of “in between” days. Sigh. Very romantic.
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