Craig Cornish Poet Free verse

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 January 22, 2020 at 4:50 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 January 22, 2020 at 1:40 PM very nice! I was toddling to walk in 1971 :) Susan Woodrow January 22, 2020 at 5:39 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 January 22, 2020 at 4:48 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 January 22, 2020 at 1:20 PM Excellent work Craig. (Last sentence, is that bind or blind?) Craig Cornish January 22, 2020 at 4:44 PM Thanks Charlie - I did mean bind