Shadows

Written in 1966 (I think) rush away shadows you tire my eyes some corner to find your comfort your visage will be impaled by morning's triumph relentlessly seeking out your deep secrets rush away shadows your shape is artificial you cannot kiss the color that light has borne but only visit the dampened glory that was here before your bleakness came to bind the night

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Sandra Adams

Date: 1/22/2020 4:50:00 PM

an excellent writer even back then i see... thanks for sharing this and letting us have a glimpse into your early poetry :) hugs

Susan Woodrow

Date: 1/22/2020 1:40:00 PM

very nice! I was toddling to walk in 1971 :)

Susan Woodrow
Date: 1/22/2020 5:39:00 PM

lol indeed...why does it have to be a circular evolution instead of a linear one where we can just go from playing to flying off into the ether...I am now walking to avoid the re-toddling! :)

Craig Cornish
Date: 1/22/2020 4:48:00 PM

Hey Lady! Thanks, I hope you've mastered ambulation, it goes from toddling to toddling - we move from tennis balls to crawl to/to chase/to play sports with/to breaks for our walkers...hmmm evolution?

Charlie Smith

Date: 1/22/2020 1:20:00 PM

Excellent work Craig. (Last sentence, is that bind or blind?)

Craig Cornish
Date: 1/22/2020 4:44:00 PM

Thanks Charlie - I did mean bind