Over my shoulder
A moonlit road
Far off into the distance
A shadow creeps
An insubstantial trace of a distant object
Whose shape it adopts
The trace of the physical body from which it is separated
This shadow is the sign of absence
We meet again
Memories composing now a single memory
As many strands of silk make up only one shirt
Impalpable shadow
You are embracing my ever-changing form
As a ghost reaching out from my past
An ancient goddess reaching out from eternity
Shadow you draw near
I speak; you no longer hear
You will never know my regrets
But I hear you; my inner vision sees you
Destiny, whose fate I can't accept
Shadow, may the breath of spring
Always protect
And warm you on this cold icy road
You whose face is the moon
Whose heart is the sun
I'll never find love again in this world
But I can always find it
Whenever I think of you
Shadow love
Black ink writing on this sunlight paper
A sack of sorrows
An arrogant man
Remembering what he threw away
A bleeding heart aside a littered lane
Full of many shadows
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This poem REALLY cuaght my attention...There's something about it i really like that just makes me read it over and over....it's a kinda sad poem but you you feel peace in knowing the memories are still with you...to remember and feel at you pleasure keep up the good work
emy
I really like it. It's quite mysterious and has excellent imagery. Keep up your imagery skills. My comments my sound insulting but I'm not really. I seriously think it's cool. And is reminds me of my friend's super-special-awesome poem. ERBARLEY!
Megan C.
What a wonderful impact from the imagery-sent chills up my spine in an absolutely incredible rush...Is this the same gentleman who has commented on my paltry work-perish the thought. Cynicism is of course only the defense of the wounded Romantic...More please!!!!
Cindy Mitchell(Cassandra1).
Rich, this is a splendid weaving of imagery and emotion, carefully chosen words and their placement, picked for their impact to the over-all meaning which is so sad. But done in a way that even though the ending almost a foregone conclusion, we want to it keep in the happier light of the sun and moon. Especially haunting, the many strands of silk to form the one shirt, but, still, made of silk which lasts forever--or nearly enough so. Arrogance only haunts the wise man, however. The less wise continue in their folly. Thank you for this write, albeit almost tragic.
Sweet first read, and comment!! buyah
Hello it is I Antha, I have come to comment on your beautiful work. This was so attention grabbing. Not only has it caught my attention it sent chills up my spine, and I know it is not due to the fact that I am freezing. LOL
Well yes, this poem reminds me of some of my friends i have lost connection with, or loved ones that have passed, such as relatives. However it seems so interesting how you describe the setting. I love the moon, and I don't think i couldve written this type of poem the wya you did. It made me want to cry, because many times i have wanted to bring someone back that i have lost, and it also made me want to smile, because i am thankful i have met so many wonderful people in the world and that we have memory, and a heart to remember them with.
You made this so magnificient and it was just absolutely splendid
Antha of the CC
Welcome !
