Opaqueness

Last night’s twilight slipped across the sky in muted layers — a quiet blend of fading colour, soft cloud, and the half‑moon’s pale glow behind drifting haze. Standing there with the camera, I felt the day thinning into something slower, dimmer, almost weightless.
From that hush, this small poem emerged — a reflection on how light, taste, and time blur at the edges as evening diffuses into night.


What Do You See 355
For WDYS, Sadje offers us a photo by Lensloji (Pexels) of a murmuration of birds forming a shifting pattern above a city skyline and minaret at sunset.





Opaqueness


Time is colourless,
yet daytime becomes darkness
as evening clouds advertise
twilight’s transient demise.

Time is tasteless,
yet midnight is infused with blackness
except for the half-moon’s translucent
loving spoonful of notilucence.






And in the quiet blur between knowing and not knowing, this song finds its way.



Ivor Steven ©  August 2026

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

29 thoughts on “Opaqueness”

  10. Beautiful photos! Powerful poem! Fabulous song choice! A perfect trio that is vivid in word-pics and deep in emotion. One of your bestest poems, Ivor! A joy to read and reread and reread… 🙂
    I couldn’t just read it once. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) and ❤️❤️❤️ for you and Frankie!!!

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    1. Oh, twilight time is such a wondrous time of day, and I cannot stop taking photos of what Mother Nature has on show for me, and this little poem fell into place in a short space of time, Carolyn 🌏🥰💙💛🌖📃🌞🐶🎵

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  11. ‘Noctilucine‘ I had to sit with that word for a moment. The half-moon as a ‘loving spoonful‘ is such a tender way to describe light in darkness. I’m curious though: when you say ‘time is colourless’ but then fill the poem with all these specific colors and absences of color, are you suggesting that time itself is invisible until we witness it through something like a murmuration or a moonrise?

    Like we can only see time through what it does to light? 💙

    Such a beautiful way to put across everything Ivor.

    Loved it !!

    Khadz

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    1. Thank you for your thoroughly wondrous comments … and I’m always trying to define time, and I find it’s such an indistinguishable substance/artifact to tie down … so basically here I am, swimming around in the universe drowning in a void of colourless time, or perhaps we’re all blinded by the luminosity of time, and the only way to catch a piece of time is on the tip of our taste buds … haha, I licked my digital clock …yep, nothing, it was “tasteless”

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