Shadows

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    A simple poem about a shadowy subject

    Shadows

    Shades of blacks, shades of grays

    Made up of shuttered light

    Shadows form in eerie ways

    And turn the daytime into night

     

    They creep across the landscape

    As the sun sets slowly in the west

    They create images on bedroom drapes

    Creating fear in children’s breasts

     

    They form silhouettes against whitened walls

    Never uttering a single sound

    They move silently down deserted halls  

    Like a mysterious devil’s hound

     

      They cover the moon on summer nights

    Like an impish game they play

    They create strange and scary sights

    Forming visions of judgment day

     

     They form an image of your presence

    That follows you to and fro

    Forming a strange and ghostly ambiance

    As in a painting by Henri Rousseau

     

    So on the next full moon be not afraid

    You may see the shadows on display

    And just before dawn they will dim and fade

    And give rise to a brand new day

     

    ©Copyright March 1, 2010-Charlie Gragg    

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    gogant commented on Shadows

    03-29-2010

    There is a song that this poem speaks of...."I'm being followed by a moon shadow".............the shadows, you give us here in black and white, are truly mystifying...............very well written..............g

    Hampton

    03/29/2010

    I thank you.

    earthly commented on Shadows

    03-20-2010

    Remember Peter Pan and his shadow? When my son was quite young he used to think he could catch his shadow-shadows can be glorious as well as eerie-all according to how they are seen...Earthly

    Hampton

    03/20/2010

    Thanks for reading and commenting

    ginga commented on Shadows

    03-04-2010

    Hampton, I admire the many sibilant sounds that are sprinkled throughout this shadowy poem. The way you framed each stanza with a mostly black and white word image photo is stupendous! Love it. ginga

    Hampton

    03/05/2010

    You are too kind. Thank you.

    jademelissa74 commented on Shadows

    03-02-2010

    What a well-crafted piece. The imagery is amazing Charlie...The detail that you give on each and every poem of yours are so vivid. Shadows..will make you trip over toys...happened to me just last week..I hurt my pinky toe :( Another beautiful, without a doubt WINNER!!! Thanks Charlie, for sharing a piece of you.

    Hampton

    03/02/2010

    My appreciation goes out to you for your faithful reading of my works.

    Rhymer commented on Shadows

    03-02-2010

    You must be inside my psyche, I hate the dark for the reasons you stated in this excellent write. I just posted a poem "My Healer" has to do with night frights. 10 from me and into my favs.

    Hampton

    03/02/2010

    Thank you. I will read My Healer.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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