I’ve scheduled this prompt to post at the moment of the equinox. If you’re reading this in the northern hemisphere, welcome to autumn. In the south, spring has sprung.
This week let’s a write an equinox poem. While day and night are equal today, this is a time of change. Post where you’re going in the comments below.
Living Poetry 
Equinox
minus 2:14
Sunrise
Wash in the rush of our lives
Sunset, the new day
minus 2:14
Sunrise
Equilibrium is all that we want
Balance
a day at peace
Sunset, the new day
minus 2:14
Equinox
12 hours of day, 12 hours of night
Yin and Yang
But only in that moment
Like Magritte’s visions
Hiding the chaos that is
Sunset, the new day
minus 2:14
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Posted by Chris Clarke | September 29, 2019, 1:19 PMVery interesting. I like Magritte mention.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 29, 2019, 8:54 PMgreetings and gratitude from LA
https://wordslessspoken781842219.blog/2019/09/24/a-vesper/
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Posted by mbrazfieldm | September 24, 2019, 9:32 AMVery nice. I always appreciate an allusion to our dearly departed Mr. Cohen.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 24, 2019, 7:34 PMim glad you see it that way friend i love LC 🙂 thanks for reading and the opportunity 🙂
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Posted by mbrazfieldm | September 24, 2019, 10:08 PMView at Medium.com
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | September 23, 2019, 4:20 PMLove the line “equinox dreams come early”.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 23, 2019, 8:57 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | September 23, 2019, 9:41 PM