shadows (®Syble08)


As shadows they blend into the drudge of everyday routine
greys and bland blues a mere hint of the form that made them.
Moving amongst the sharp images of colour and light, overlooked.
shadows dimming in the darkness of reality, merging, pooling
becoming one with a stillness of dark night. Unobserved, forgotten.

Sunbeams shatter the hues and colours of the rushing foreground.
Enhancing the strength of the shadowy nooks hidden no more,
for a brief moment they are strong, outlined, a concrete solid form,
then too quickly no more, a murkiness, shadow. Unobserved, forgotten.

As shadows we wend through the mortal, a walking dead of grief -strewn
peoples. A daily reminder of suffering shoved away, into the background.
Existing, allowing a mere representation of former substance, solidity;
new shadows, merging into the past where the sorrowful dare not follow.
Eyes stare or overt, ignore and forget. Shadows, Unobserved, forgotten.



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This is dedicated to all cancer patients.
[Edited 6/21/08 10:15am]

Thank you so very much for sharing. I will remember this poem when I go to my chemotherapy treatments and also for strengh and guidance. Very beautiful poem.
[Edited 6/20/08 18:15pm]

Thanks hun

That is deep some deep stuff syble. I really liked it.

I wrote this on Friday, I am having chemo at the mo and this is what it feels like to be a cancer patient, alive yet fading amongst the bright and vibrant of those you are leaving behind.

Sharing your feelings has to be a good thing..

Yes it is. I am interested though if people understand my poetry.

I dont usually clarify the inspiration behind it.

In some ways I think poetry is like painting....
The artist paints his feelings, as does the poet(in words).
However, each person looking at the painting or the poem
may derive a different feeling, meaning from it.

Yes I agree, I see images which I put into words much the same way as when I paint too.