Shadows

[MK CREEL]

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.

[Weston Parker]

I like the indigo ink. Shadows are very interesting. Here's Robert Frost's poem

"In the Winter Woods"

In winter in the woods alone

Against the trees I go.

I mark a maple for my own

And lay the maple low.

At four o’clock I shoulder axe

And in the afterglow

I link a line of shadowy tracks

Across the tinted snow.

I see for Nature no defeat

In one tree’s overthrow

Or for myself in my retreat

For yet another blow.

[Jack Berg]

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

[Weston Parker]

Yeah, that bright patch of light shifting across a wall. Tit for tat, I say. If I inflict one on you...seems only fair.

[Tinabeth Chapman]

Wonderful shadow article

[Weston Parker]

Thanks Tinabeth.

[Luis A. Estable]

Yes, shadows, and would like to ask them, “What do you really represent?

[Weston Parker]

Hello Luis. That is a good question.