Shadows #1

[hlivermo]

I am afraid
of the forest
of that tree
that bluebird
on the branch
that blade of grass
that sunlight pattern
on the ground
that red tiger

I will
lie down
beside the tiger
with sharpened teeth
I will
tear meat
held between my front
claws
I will
clean my body
with my rough tongue
then
roll over
in the patterned
sunlight
for a long
warm
nap

[Phoenix_Tears]

errmmm.. a bit unusual for my tastes.. i dont really like poems like this, they make me think of haiku though it's far from it. I might not be the best person to judge this poem, hold out though because i bet you eventually some one will .
Ciao-Phoen-x

[hlivermo]

Thank you so much for reading my poem and commenting, Phoenix_Tears, I had never thought of this or my other "Shadows" poems as haiku, but after reading your comments and returning to my collection, I can see what you mean. "Shadows" 1 through 20 depends, as does haiku, on imagery to say what I am saying for me. Obviously Shadows #1 is not a haiku. For one thing, it does not comply with the line and syllable restrictions of a haiku, but it is rich with imagery, some of it real, and some of it fantastic, to present the notion that just as a shadow is something that cannot exist apart from each of us, that a shadow reflects only what we permit it to reflect, so the "beast" is in each of us and a part of us and reflects only what we permit the beast to reflect. As Pogo said so brilliantly so many years ago: "We have met the enemy and he is us!"