New Divide

A tale between the spirit rage and laughter

One was black.

One was white.

One shed feathers of crow.

Other shed feathers of dove.

One was the beginning of solace.

One was the ending of fear.

One begat anger.

Other begat hope.

Each so different.

Yet so alike.

We are sisters of  misery,

in the isle of shadow and light.

Author's Note

I'm sorry of you can't read the light the light parts are here
One was white.
Other shed feathers of dove.
One was the ending of fear.
Other begat hope.
Yet so alike.
light.

(all in that order)

Reviews

[PoemsbyPatrick]

Very creative, producing a piece of art as well as poetry. Don't know if it is possible to set a different background color, which could help highlight the light parts. If not you might want to darken them slightly or find some other creative mechanism. Clearly you are up to the challenge.

Thank you,
Patrick

[Mindfang]

Sorry if I haven't responded to any of your reviews. One, thank you for reading my work and two i will deepen the tone.

[Shaylynn H.]

I like it and I love your usage of light/dark. Poetry is a form of art in its most passionate sense.

[Dormiveglia Nathair]

This is brilliant! Great job. I love how you made the text lighter, even if it is hard to read. Excellent use of contrast. Very clever.

[Faffy]

this is brilliant i almost missed the hidden lines! i like how you incorporate colour into your work its just amazing. great write to say the least and its going in my library!

[Mindfang]

I thought about that too, I really need glasses. Thank you for that I hope I meet more people like you.

[Faffy]

oh trust me you will. you def will my friend =)