Bernard Chan Poet Free verse

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.

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Warren Doll July 18, 2019 at 9:41 PM Bernard, Well written and very unique poem. The use of your shadow is genius, All the best ~ Warren Bernard Chan July 20, 2019 at 7:50 AM Thank you so much, Warren.

Stina Lu May 20, 2019 at 1:46 AM Very picturesque . Good imagination! Bernard Chan May 20, 2019 at 6:08 AM Thank you, Stina. Appreciated.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 14, 2019 at 11:26 PM Coolness of shadow cool poem, took my brain a few reads, this is excellent. xomo Bernard Chan May 15, 2019 at 2:07 AM Thanks a lot, Maureen :)