Days of Shadow and Sea

it's easy to remember
you in these pictures;
light's language of shadow
sculpting time
and
you are there
like a shell pounding out the sea,
laying back on the beach,
head sideways, your eyes closed,
knees buckled in the air
open to the Sun's
fingers of light reaching,
glistening there

I've not been the Sun
in your darkened places
since
the day you offered yourself
to the sky,
 the day
I succumbed to the seas
endless waves
          washing over me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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June 5, 2010 at 9:20 PM
Interesting perspective for the reader to think about. Congratulations on making it through the first round of the Poetry Soup contest with this poem. Best wishes in the finals. Karen
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June 4, 2010 at 2:39 AM
Congratulations on your poetry making it through the first round Jerry. I wish you the best in the finals. Love, Carol
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May 14, 2010 at 5:42 AM
such a provocative write..sends shivers...Light & Love
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May 12, 2010 at 2:56 AM
Congratulations on your featured write this week Jerry. Love, Carol
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May 11, 2010 at 6:42 PM
Good use of imagery to share your thoughts. Congratulations on having your poem featured. Wishing you ongoing success with your writing. Karen
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May 11, 2010 at 10:34 AM
Many congrats on your featured piece this week. Rgds Janette
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May 9, 2010 at 2:24 PM
Congratulations on your fine poem being featured on the Soups Homepage >> James
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February 18, 2010 at 5:18 PM
Poetry is the motion of emotion crafted into a language only the heart can hear, like music resonating in your brain, making it clear, that Love has no opposite, not even 'fear' - internal rhythms, assonance and absurd schisms, a relentless word-play that has its say, the tongue licking at your inner-ear, the heart torn by a longing despair, toward an ancient-ache spilling from the pen, this is the Art of Poetry then...
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February 18, 2010 at 11:05 AM
edits: I imagine that time sculpted is a picture, a moment captured in pixels of shadows cut into white, like words in black, fit in these forum boxes here writ, in binary, then ASCII, sculpted bit by bit 'til they reach your eye, then looked in, where the language of light begins its show 'n tell, as neuronal-fires suddenly flower into the intelligence of design, shadow-recognition, the gleaning-o-meaning, we call sublime
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November 28, 2009 at 9:16 AM
Have a beautiful weekend and thank you for posting your awesome poetry here for us to read Jerry. Love,Carol
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November 27, 2009 at 1:45 PM
Interesting write. Keep the pen flowing. Sara
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