Unfamiliar with the Day

It's National Poetry Writing Month! I didn't remember until today though, and I probably won't be able to participate everyday with how busy I am, but I do want to get back in the habit of writing.

The prompt for this poem was to take a poem and replace as many words as possible with an antonym. I used Robert Frost's Acquainted with the Night, which is seen in blue on the right.

April 3rd:

You have been one unfamiliar with the day.

You have walked into the sun—and kept going.

You have reached the closest star.

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.

You have journeyed up the happiest galaxy streets.

You have talked with the thief in her inactivity

And caught her hand, trying to understand.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

You have ran fast and started the vision of hands

When close by an unbroken laugh

Came under moons from another planet,

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

And to send you forth and say hello;

And closer still at an mundane depth,

Many dark stones against the earth

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Whispered the space was both right and wrong.

You have been one unfamiliar with the day.

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.