Intimate With Light

Here’s today’s prompt for National Poetry Month. However, this morning I’m going back to the third prompt and do another OPPOSITES verse. I’ll publish the poem that’s inspired me, then my opposite, which is quite whimsical. I’ve made it rhyme and had fun working it out. 🙂

Acquainted with the Night

by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Intimate with Light

I enjoy being intimate with light!
I gaze up at rainbows and soak in the sun;
I amble my way down the bright city streets
where cars and pedestrians frown and run.

I wander aimless down candescent country lanes
Or stop to chat with some guy sweeping street,
Lift my eyes to each person, bold to share
joy and lightness with folks I might meet.

I may waltz through some suburb sanguinely
even should passers-by stop to gawk,
warnings issue from stores near at hand,
or some schoolmarm-type gives me a talk.

Shady folks tell me off or shout “Hey, you!”
Or the clang of twelve bells from a steeple,
tones mingling with the cooing of pigeons
and migrations of lunch-going people

may warn, “It’s high time!” I’m indifferent,
for I enjoy being intimate with light.