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Shaded Reflection

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Shaded Reflection

A semblance play of myself
this shadow sprung from the slanted sun,
the grey sidelong profile
stretched across the grassy stage,
leaning aside by leaden rays.

Eclipse of my shape that dims the ground,
accident of the angular beams
conformed by the orient sky,
an ornament of the earthen reply,
the dusky reflection that opens the void,
the double print impalpable.

Is this the shape my future stores?
This blurred copy of my form,
no custom figured, just the grey expanse?
Each color dropped by poorer light,
my existence fled to shadow?

Skimming the serrated surface
the hollow twin grafted like a stone
to tragic end, silent repose,
grades the inclination to sustain,
a reflection made too true.
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  1. kiz_paws's Avatar
    How well put, I loved this poem. The third verse was beautiful, my favorite stanza. In the final verse, the line
    the hollow twin grafted like a stone
    echoed in my eyes. I read this poem several times, to soak it in. Thank you, IP.
  2. Virgil's Avatar
    Yes, that is a really good poem Pensero. I've seen a lot of poems about one's shadow and they all tend to drift to unoriginality. This one has interesting phrasing and some profound insight.
  3. mtpspur's Avatar
    I read this a couple of times. Physically I think you were talking about your shadow reflected by various light sources. By way of metaphor I thought you might be wondering what your life could be/should be but for the limitations that beset us. Just wondering mind you.
  4. 's Avatar
    I was just searching for my John Keats poems to quote some lines to reveal how awful he reads next to yours (not always, he is, after all, John Keats) A style writ in water all your own. When I put together my poetry E-magazine I want to solicit this from you if I may.
  5. Il Penseroso's Avatar
    Thanks guys, I'm glad you liked the poem. It was written way back when for the picture poetry contest (it didn't win, damn Riesa and her harsh judging ). What I had in mind was how one's shadow is sort of an icon for one's eventual death. and jon, I would be entirely enthused if you got together a poetry e-zine and solicited my work .