The Shadow From the Mud

One day, not long ago, I was careening like a kite on the winds of happiness twirling through spaces of days that shone through all dark clouds. Muddy puddles were beneath me, but they were far beneath. My Sunshiny days evaporated the puddles, yet always mud remains, and from the mud a shadow form took shape. It never seems to fail. . . I’ll have almost reached the summit of my bliss, a loopy kite somersaulting through blue sky when by and by. .. the shadow form I’ve managed to pretend I do not see has risen from the mud, awaiting me. Bad luck, like a thunder clap, attacked my happy sky. Joy’s buoyancy lost its grip on me. I slipped plunging to the frigid ground - again to be in disappointment’s shadow. Written 10/6/2015 By Andrea Dietrich For the Dancing with Description Poetry Contest of Casarah Nance