lips whisper speak
echoes cast golden shadow
un forgotten flame
Kristjaan’s prompt at Carpe Diem is Candle. There are so many meanings in the flickering light of a candle – what meaning has it for you?
lips whisper speak
echoes cast golden shadow
un forgotten flame
Kristjaan’s prompt at Carpe Diem is Candle. There are so many meanings in the flickering light of a candle – what meaning has it for you?
The shadow a hidden story to tell
hidden in his pocket or beneath a well
is he portraying a man with a walking stick
or is behind the curtains, you can pick
peaking from beneath dancing shoes
whose ballerina never knew
the secret lies in the trees
chill conveyed on winter’s breeze
The WordPress Daily Post Photography Challenge is “Shadow”
I was born for the shadows
form hidden by sepia day
… is in the eye of the beholder
do they really mean what they say?
catch me on the cold nights
basking in the sun
I and the moon’s reflection
dancers we are one
you can never touch me
but you can always try
reach into tomorrow
beauty is in the …
I just found this wonderful Shadow Dancer prompt offered by Bastet at Mind love miserys menagerie. The photography (top) is by Nickolas Muray . The photograph below is my shot of a whimsical sculpture in the National Gallery of Art.
Beneath the feet
there is a wall
hidden from most
reflecting the fall
***
Once children were taught
words from the heart
when they did pass
is where it starts
****
kept out of sight
tucked under the wall
there is a sickness
unbeknownst to us all
The word is Hate
it starts deep within
but as it lingers
it grows into sin
***
like a plant
that like a weed must grow
it chokes out all reason
no goodness to show
***
there peaking in the shadows
beneath cruel HATE
it’s lingering- WAR
by now it’s too late
for hate as it blossoms
will weave and will spin
diseased delusion
civilization’s end
Photography: “Column Base”, “Hate’s Shadow”, “Hate and War” copyright L. Moon 2012
This completed work consists of poetry and photography. I hope you feel the statement that is in response to the Wednesday Wake Up Call at New World Creative Union. The artist is asked to ponder: ” 1000 years back…1000 years forward….can you feel the weight of our evolution? Are we now prepared to learn from the lessons? Where do we go from here? Our planet is dying, our societies are struggling, the line between the have’s and have-not’s grows ever more defined. How did this happen…how do we change? ” Thanks to Natasha Head for the inspiration.
This poem is dedicated to a dear friend, Jean, who is suffering late stages of Alzheimer’s Disease.
“We don’t love you less though your memories of us are poor. You will always shine a light into our hearts.”
I awoke with a dream of you in my eyes
watching you took my breath away
I wanted you to be mine
***
I never grew tired of watching you
everyday to awake
the word “I love you” on my lips
knowing you were mine
***
I didn’t mind that your hair turned frosty gray
or that wrinkles lined your face
you were still mine
***
I visit you daily my dear
there’s but a shadow of our love
I still cherish your smile vacant tho it may be
tho you don’t know it
you are still mine
Thank you Allegra Ricci for the poignant picture
I was taking a late lunch so that I could enjoy the park alone. Today I left my ipad at work and grabbed the suspense novel Vigilante by Claude Bouchard. It was a page turner unfortunately my work didn’t allow me to turn many pages. As intent as I was in Vigilante, I looked up sensing a shift in the light. I was Thinking it may be a storm looming ahead. Then I saw you; I didn’t see you but rather an image of you. You were no storm cloud. I could have been dreaming but I wasn’t. How could a shadow be so beautiful? Flowing skirt, long tresses of hair caught in the breeze. You could have been young or old. It didn’t matter if you had wrinkles or freckles; for I was entranced by something about you. An inner glow, soft and elusive. Like a specter that might lure it’s victim, I felt magnetically pulled to follow – I did.
The light played with your form but could never displace it’s perfection. If only I could paint the colors that were intertwined with your image – greens, one moment, blues, pinks, yellows the next.
I wanted to shout “don’t leave me behind- I must hold you just one time!”
At that moment, you darted beneath the trees; your shadow – my shadow was gone. I was startled as I stopped and looked up – there in front of me was the form, the illusion. No longer a shadow. Warmth and sunshine emanated from your being. Men would have gladly paid homage to behold one of your smiles. Though I have a post doctoral degree, I could not summon the words that I needed to say to revere your essence. I smiled and then uttered a simple “hello.” You generously offered a “hello” in return. You were dressed in a blue that made your eyes look like gems set in a perfect face. The breeze was palying with your long, wavy. My eyes wanted to linger on your lips but were drawn to the shape under a filmy blue. Ahhhh -Intoxicating warmth flowed in the air. My head was spinning and I was trying to regain composure and focus on your face. Why? Tell me what is so bad about loving a shadow? I reached out my hand and you clasped it. Soft and confident was that grasp.
And so began a different type of page turner; the journey with my lovely shadow.
Claude Bouchard is a fantastic writer and has a series of page turners on the market.The first in a series is entitled Vigilante. For more information go to Claude’s Website bigceebee.webs.comor Amazon.com…. http://bit.ly/6ptvht
and so ladies and gentlemen this is another in a series of prompts by Theme Thursday. Please read more in blue.
On My mind
I saw you today
you were out to play
eyes shouldn’t linger
couldn’t pull away
*
… on my mind
*
Shape and form
I must confess
unusual beauty
the urge to caress
*
… on my mind
*
Scintillating glow
captivates my sight
trapped by your shadow
living for daylight
*
… always on my mind
*
Shades of gray
Never the same
Winsome beauty
Please never change
*
Your shadow is always on my mind
Thank You of the shadow HoriaVarlan
When I’m small
can you see
there isn’t that much behind me
As I grow you do too
it’s the shadow following you
There is more to this well more in 160 at Monkey Man
thanks for the photo: Randy Son of Robert
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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