Shadow Writing
Here in the early morning sun,Writing in prayer journals and morning pages,
My shadow follows my pencil, meeting the paper just where my pencil leaves its mark.
Who is leaving the mark,
My shadow or me?
Who is directing, and who is following,
My shadow, or me?
Is my shadow the anxious, thoughtless, must-get-on, must-cope, mustn’t-think-about-it self
Who tumbled through this life in the sunshine,
Spreading little streaks of darkness
Where before there had been light?
If it is, I want to be the writer,
Conscious and aware of all the good,
Soaking in the light and beauty of this day,
This place,
These people,
This life.
I want to be the leader, and my shadow the follower.
I want to turn to the sun and leave my shadow to follow behind.
My life is with the sun, not in the shadow.
7 comments:
This is so beautiful, Floss. Specially the last line.
Very inspiring!
xx
It's a lovely poem Floss ~ I'm so glad you decided to share it with us :O)x
Me too!
Beautiful use of words and images, Floss. Go do a writing workshop now.
I love this style of poetry, you do a very nice job of it. I really like the ending and it all makes sense.
I was terribly impressed!
Jane x
Totally agree with the comments already said. I have never taken one of these workshops, but working with Uni students, at one time I was in the creative writing class, and they all seemed to enjoy it very much. Helpful too to bounce ideas off each other and discuss different ideas.
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