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Portrait Of A Breakup


The late-afternoon sun crouches behind me,
daubs my shadow across the pale concrete of the ground,
a black brushstroke stretching on an ink-brush painting,
towards where you’re standing, 
deep in thought, turned away. 

So my shadow spills up your legs, 
the small of your back, 
your nape, 
until my head is on yours,  
shadow nuzzling hair, 
black on black, 
a smudge, 
like a bad painting. 

The closest contact we have these days. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 7/18/2019 9:41:00 PM
Bernard, Well written and very unique poem. The use of your shadow is genius, All the best ~ Warren
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Bernard Chan
Date: 7/20/2019 7:50:00 AM
Thank you so much, Warren.
Date: 5/20/2019 1:46:00 AM
Very picturesque . Good imagination!
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Bernard Chan
Date: 5/20/2019 6:08:00 AM
Thank you, Stina. Appreciated.
Date: 5/14/2019 11:26:00 PM
Coolness of shadow cool poem, took my brain a few reads, this is excellent. xomo
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Bernard Chan
Date: 5/15/2019 2:07:00 AM
Thanks a lot, Maureen :)