Shadows stretch across the floor
Disappearing into darker corners
Hidden in mind’s eye, they linger,
like lost souls, looking for home
Any thoughts I had, were mixed, scrambled, questioning
Kites when they break free, that’s what shadows remind me of
When they hide in a darker space, are they free?
Evening shadows, are they the same ones, out of hiding?
Silly thoughts that take hold of the mind
Peppering the space inside my head,
with strange things to ponder on
Evening starlight, are there shadows up there?
Away from our gaze, I wonder
Running after my own shadow for too long
Ending where I began…
©AnitaDawes2022
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Profound and challenging imagery.
A strong portrayal of We, Humanity, the restless enigmas.
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Thank you…
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Lovely, Anita. Your thoughts and shadows are keeping you restless. Beautiful poem. ❤
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Thank you Diana…
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Wow, Anita… I second what Amber wrote – this is truly beautiful.
Much love,
David
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Argh those silly thoughts often jump up forming their own shadow experiences .. Great poem from Anita. ❤
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Thanks Sue!
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Beautiful, you always find the best words for articulating the mood. xx Michael
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Thank you, Michael…
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💕Wow, that’s beautiful😍🥰
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We thank you, Amber…
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