the sun
low in the sky
yearns for a leap into night
as shadows squeeze their way into bedrooms
like shapeless dragons
for children
cocooned to an early bed
staging thoughts like puppet plays
on a wall terrain
of mossy caverns or whispering vines
that never merge dreams smoothly
when children imagine the huff and puff of shadows
like creatures swimming in circles
overlapping at a patchwork distance
before the painted black of night
quiets the pull of imagination
in the candy cane bend of sleep
Not a whisper, nor a word,
Just one day in the fall
A brief moment in time,
where that moment, interred,
is now kept, as my own
in a frame on the wall.
Stirring my soul,
in soft shades of charcoal,
that can't fade, or be dulled,
With devotion, ....it is mine, to recall
Black arches and veins,
mottled pallets of gray,
from the trees overhead
in soft fingerlings, ......exquisitely spread.
To my depths, I'm enthralled,
and without reason, it calls,
all the breath from my lungs,.... uncontrolled
Now a season is mine,
whenever I pine,
to travel from spring, ....into fall
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From a Contest: "Black and White Film Photography"
3/5/15
In The Shadowland
In the Shadowland , where heartache and sorrow reign supreme,
"darkness of pain" marches in ever gloomy fields
with misery galloping and splashing in widely tragic streams
blues stirring the worries to ever increase their yields!
Sadness sings it's stampeding herd of very desperate woes,
"pangs of loss" dancing in the dark forests so very deep
stomping with glee all yet "untouched" fingers and toes
where solace, healing and recovery so soundly sleeps!
In the Shadowland, where loneliness and desperation screams,
"evils of hate" invade and torment a ill-hurting mind
shady little dark spirits cut away restful little dreams
tiny blades slicing up everything so peaceful and kind!
Robert Lindley, 05-28-2014
This is a rewrite from a poem I wrote back in the 80's.
A bit shorter as rewritten and not an exact replication but
my memory at 60 lags a tad. This was the results from having
gone through a brutal divorce.
Wandering in a pool of shadows
Lost my way a while back
Longing for my treasured meadows
Waves of thickened air
Color my bare skin, black
Wiping my mind clear
Not able to manifest
All hope is bland
Sick and tired of this quest
All curiosity was wrong
This is my Shadowland
Can I really be gone?
We enjoyed ourselves,
We had a few laughs,
You never knew this,
But i love you,
The day you left my tears began to come,
I couldn't bear to see you're coffin shut,
You weren't just my friend,
You were my best friend,
That night i saw you killed,
Was a night like no other,
I couldn't stand her taunting face,
Now i write this alone,
I hate this world,
But now i will leave it in peace,
I will join you in the shadowland
We enjoyed ourselves,
We had a few laughs,
You never knew this,
But i love you,
The day you left my tears began to come,
I couldn't bear to see you're coffin shut,
You weren't just my friend,
You were my best friend,
That night i saw you killed,
Was a night like no other,
I couldn't stand her taunting face,
Now i write this alone,
I hate this world,
But now i will leave it in peace,
I will join you in the shadowland