Shadows
I love shadows. They seems to have a life of their own. Here is another earlier post https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/casting-my-shadow
Somewhere in Arizona near the Mexican border.
Shadows It is lunchtime in the town square. Directly overhead, the sunlight bakes equally. We nibble our tacos and sit in our shadows. They puddle about our feet, yearning for the slanting hours when they can step out and be profiles on parade, silhouettes of note.
Where do they go when the sun sets? How they must dread the nights. I have even heard them say, “It must be so lonely walking in the dark, without me by your side.” They may pop up temporarily under a street lamp, or for a brief stroll in the moonlight, but what a poor sham. They can but dream of the glory days when, upon a beach and upon a far horizon rose their inferno at dawn, their shining god. Our shadows stretched impossibly away from us running along the sand, up the distant dunes and into the sky.
pause here for the poetically appropriate length of time…
…and then I just went crazy with shadow pics, which I love.
The above is McDuff, a very good dog.
MacDuff again, 110 pounds of pure love.
Laurie and me doing a reenactment.
Daily rental bike by Gitane
This little guy- arms of Ponderosa Pine, body by Douglass Fir and hat by Juniper.
Here’s another shadow poem.
I have a thing for shadow photos too. And shadow poems.
Here's one I wrote many years ago, titled "shadow walk"
*
diving
down
a snow-
packed
path,
indigo
ink
seeps
leaves
the
body
intact.
I too love shadows, long and thin,
they live but a short time
and wander slowly, leisurely
until a cloud gobbles them up for a second
until it spits them out as it passes
and the sun again casts its spell upon my soul.
I also love the opposite of a shadow
that bright light shining through the window
striking the wall and casting a different spell
brightly shining on the wall
and leaves an afterglow upon my soul
and an orange image on my retina.
Thanks for your poems which always seem to poke me where my words are and helps them spill out onto the page