Shadows
The
sun fills
dark outlines
in shades of black.
Stretched ebony shapes
that lie flat on the ground.
But tethered tight to your heels,
they stick by your side where you go.
Doomed always to be leashed underfoot,
shadows faithfully copy movements made.
Two-dimensional projections edge black
marking the boundaries of darkness.
Wakened by the first rays of dawn
they yawn into shifting shapes.
Wobbly charcoal etchings
that constantly drift
from wavy lines
to freestyle
funky
art.
(A Double Etheree Poem)
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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