Monday, 22 September 2014

Shadows

I have a friend that follows me around,
My muse,my sooth, my rhythm and blues.
Every time I get down too low,
The guiding light has always been my shadow.

Sometimes my shadow grows dark-too dark,
Sometimes its darkness drowns me stark.
Out of the dark, into the light I walk,
And now the light seems like such as farce.

But sadly those neon city lights,
Have pulled away many a men of might.
My shadow tried to pull me hither,
Yet blinded by light I find myself here.

No muse, no sooth, no rhythm , no blues,
I am surrounded by faces of no use.
Yet the shadow will return in all its might,
All I have to do is kill the light.


23 comments:

  1. ha. i dont really believe in the muse...
    but it is good to know that even when down low
    we are not alone...our shadow surely never
    leaves us....

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  2. There is always an interplay between the light and the shadow. It seems your poem expresses the journey that sometimes takes place between one and another.

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  3. Somehow the shadow and its darkness is the price we pay for light... Yet without the light there's there is only darkness.

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  4. The muse seemed to be there still as you were inspired to write this poem. Smiles :)

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  5. killing the light does help you eliminate the shadows.

    lovely poem.

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  6. Very interest perspective and well penned.
    Zq

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  7. It is good we can write our way through both dark times and light - such a release.

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  8. I like how you used darkness, light and shadows in this poem.

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  9. One is being shadowed for better or for worse all the time. Getting out of the shell can be interesting!

    Hank

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  10. What a lyrical poem and a fantastic end...sometimes darkness can produce many a good thing...

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  11. Lots of inspiration from darkness as well - from light. Liked the word play in your poem.

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  12. Yes, why is it so much easier to write of the dark stuff? Maybe things like sorrow and anger demand more urgently for release.

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  13. where there is dark there's light and the muse exists in both. the dark is the shadow of the light, cannot be separated. i write about this in my recent submittal

    gracias for sharing

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  14. there must be balance, if the light is too strong, its of no use, its just blinding

    have a nice Tuesday

    much love...

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  15. we need them both to discern clarity.

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  16. Gotta keep the muse alive....keep writing Suyash!!

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  17. although haunted, yet feel powerful enough to fight against the dark horse, which makes your poem beautiful and haunting.

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  18. Light and dark...we need both. Sometimes the balance is hard to achieve.

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  19. the first stanza is my favorite ~

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  20. Liked the way, you played with the conjoined yet opposing variables!

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