P.C :- Sue Vincent

Liminal* dawn,

Belies events in store,

Presents itself in sameness to all,

Evokes different reactions from all,

What could be happy for one,

Would be different for the other,

Nothing could be said,

Or left unsaid,

Until threshold of the day has been crossed,

The day has been lived,

And another one comes by,

To same anticipation.

57 words.

Liminal* :- Relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process ; Occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold.

Source :- Google.

Acknowledgements :- A mashup of prompts. Written in response to Sue Vincent’s challenge at Glow #write photo. Photo credit – Sue Vincent. The challenge is to write a piece using the photo as an inspiration. For rules please refer here. Also written in response to Weekend Writing Prompt # 131 :- Liminal. The challenge is to use the prompt of the week , ” liminal ” and write prose/ poetry using exactly 57 words. For rules please refer here. Hopefully, I have used the prompt word correctly. Apologies, in case of any error. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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