Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

Solstice

I turn to look back,
my back to the sun,
my shadow lengthens before me,
it mocks me with movement
that I know was never mine,
I turn away from the mockery.

Godlike Sun Of The Living,
Do You Chase Your Shadow As I Do ?

Before me my shadow,
before me the sun,
sorrow makes allowance
so that they may be as one,
solstice is brief,
I regret its passing.

Devilish Sun Of The Dying,
Do You Loathe Your Shadow As I Do ?

My shadow lies before me,
it stretches, dark, into the sunlight,
it seeks the sun's embrace,
the sun welcomes its approach,
together they laugh,
conspirators jesting at my madness.

21st December 2018

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Charmaine Chircop January 10, 2019 at 10:04 AM For the shadow and the sun to be as one...May the sun always be there..behind our shadows..to warm us...to heal our sorrow..and to show us the path.So interesting this poem is..Great post Lawrence. Lawrence Sharp January 10, 2019 at 11:43 AM Thanks so much, Charmaine, very pleased that you enjoyed, and very happy to see you again.

Winged Warrior December 24, 2018 at 9:33 AM Nicely crafted my friend...as the light changes direction...have a happy holiday season Lawrence...love & light...^WW^ Lawrence Sharp December 24, 2018 at 11:15 AM Thanks, W's, appreciated, and a very happy festive season to you too.

Mystic Rose Rose December 23, 2018 at 12:15 PM What a mystical beauty this poem has. It appeals to my nature Lawrence, thanks for sharing, Merry Christmas. Lawrence Sharp December 23, 2018 at 1:08 PM Thanks, Pix, very glad you enjoyed it. A very Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones.

Nette Onclaud December 23, 2018 at 3:02 AM lawrence, what a lustrous piece, ohh!... that said, i send you my best christmas greetings!... huggs Lawrence Sharp December 23, 2018 at 7:16 AM Thank you, Nette, too kind, very deeply appreciated. A very happy and blessed Christmas period to you and your loved ones too.

Sunlite Wanter December 22, 2018 at 4:37 PM Very attention-getting poetry. Lawrence Sharp December 23, 2018 at 2:47 AM Thanks, SW, a very pleasing comment. If anything I write can draw a reader's attention, this is what pleases me most. Visit and comment appreciated.

Robert Lindley December 22, 2018 at 4:36 PM I love this poetry my dear friend. My shadow joins in with others and scorns the goodness in me as if it was a curse. At night when the dark laughs. Poe cries and shadows lurk, the sin's new birth is the only ting that vanquishes them. Poetic dreams that revel in the dark are indeed a curse, but great fodder for writing. A fav... A fav.... Lawrence Sharp December 23, 2018 at 2:45 AM Thank you so much, my friend, your words of encouragement and commendation are always very greatly appreciated.

Brandy Nicole December 21, 2018 at 10:57 PM Perhaps your shadow, in this moment- is just as lost as you are. Either way, your shadow will always follow you. Many thoughts to ponder here. ~ Brandy Lawrence Sharp December 22, 2018 at 5:36 AM More than lost, I guess, resigned to the inevitable realities of the universe. Thanks for visit and comment, appreciated.

Vijay Pandit December 21, 2018 at 5:59 PM A tribute to the shortest day..intriguing write. Lawrence Sharp December 21, 2018 at 9:43 PM Thanks Vijay, appreciated, very pleased if it sparks a little thought. For me, the longest day of the year. It often makes me a little philosophical.