This poem is a prompt contest poem--the prompt being, "My
Shadow".
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The shadow followed me all day
Glimpsed in farthest corners of my eyes Each time I turned, it sped away Wherever Shadows run to hide It took not shape, nor any form, At least from what I briefly spied It seemed a darkly presence at my back I hurried home, and ran inside Would its blackness fade with sunlight's lack? No, it hovers just beyond my view In darkness shows its wicked might Taught me terrors I never knew I reached quickly for some light Each click, each lamp, brought no flare, no brightness To turn away the dark Which made the Shadow more aware That I could feel its evil mark Do I deserve this dreaded fate? My sins crossed o'er my mind and soul Must I now pay the devil's toll? Or be redeemed too late? Only my Shadow knows | |
Friday, October 11, 2013
My Shadow
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This, Micki, is an excellent poem. It is very powerful and send shivers down my spine. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Raani, not my best but I've had no time to post on my own blog.
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ReplyDeleteMicki, this poem is filled imagery and it has a very deep message. It reminds me a little of the style of Alfred Lord Tennyson. Great work. You too are multi-talented.
Shalom,
Patricia