Friday, January 12, 2018

Shadows


Strip-lit shadows suckle at the sorrowed edge of light,

trace in stark relief the mark of image surely drawn,

hold to earth with visions of the darkness which will come;

so does the day dream always of the distant night.

Emptiness unfolds in shapes which sun does deeply cast,

that calling into meaning and to huddled, crisping forms,

where time dips wrinkled toes in breathing brightness lit;

and as the minutes shuffle by, what was, can never last. 


9 comments:

  1. The sorrow buried in those shadows is really felt.

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  2. I feel a lot of sadness in your words. Loneliness and grief. Hang in there.

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  3. I like the play of shadows and light ~ This line stood out for me:

    Emptiness unfolds in shapes which sun does deeply cast,

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  4. where time dips wrinkled toes in breathing brightness lit;
    and as the minutes shuffle by, what was, can never last.

    Rightly described the shortness of the life span of shadows!

    Hank

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  5. "where time dips wrinkled toes in breathing brightness lit".. this is so beautifully haunting!

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  6. I liked this line: "so does the day dream always of the distant night"

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  7. shadows always seem haunting, I guess it depends on the light.

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  8. The descriptions you chose are just wonderful, beginning with the first line. This wants to be published!

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