To love a shadow
28-29 February 2016

The heart knows
Stories of lovers
Beyond Death
Beyond Time
Beyond pretense of the rhyme
When heartbeats spoke Truth
Jane, Ann, Ruth
I now have no name
No one calls
Like leaf falls
The pitter patter of me
Is soundless echoes
Orphaned hands
They twitch in waking
To lost face
In Time’s sands
History in the making
Legends of disgrace
All is lost
Some wounds never heal
The appeal
Is to heart
For when sadness does depart
Gaping hole remains
Counting tears
Assessing the cost
Of dark fears
That shunned her
Remnants of faded sounds stir
Memories of living
I knew you
Like obsession’s ink
You drove me
To the brink
Inches of blinding madness
As I distilled you

In wine’s haze
I dissolve your thoughts
Brewery
Salvation
Gate to intoxication
You haunt my footsteps
I change skies
Like you change white shirts
Neat and smart
Cufflinks art
Ornaments like my clouds stain
Safe haven for rain
You wipe them
As they settle rust
Tiny dots
Mock Silver
Stain less steel for my killer
While I drench starched cuffs
They pierce me
The gift she once made
Tying ends
Loose nooses
Extremities on same arms
That oft held her too
I throw them
Into winding pits
Of my mind
Eyes now blind
To the spaces in between
What was and will be
I keep none
Cuffs and links oppress
Simple dress
I adorn
My mind learning has begun
To love a shadow
Reading of the poem:

The shadows of my name – Emma Ruth Rundle
Night visions – White lilac
The colour of the night – Lauren Christy
This the kind of piece that I could read over and over
And hear something different every time
Powerful images
Thank you for your like
Sheldon
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Thank you so much and most welcome
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This is truly amazing. Your words alive and beautiful.
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Thank you John 🙂 I am glad you like it
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I did and you are welcome.. Your powerful poetry made me want to write today.
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That’s wonderful news 🙂
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This mesmerizes and haunts at the same time. Imagery is deep with fleeting light woven well between shadowed thoughts and memories.
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Thank you Dajena. Somehow this is not just memories or in some ways it is memories of the future, which I know is an odd thing to say 🙂
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I am speechless .Shadows always give me a fleeting glimpse of the light that shines within and you have reiterated it with your brilliant expression.
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Thank you. Precisely, shadows are a witness of the light. How insightful all your comments are. Even though I have very little time I shall pop by your blog to discover what you write. Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂
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I am humbled. Thank you so much for checking out my posts😊😊 I am fairly new to this platform and clearly a novice.I appreciate your kind words which has motivated me to keep writing.
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Welcome and do keep writing. Words are a special type of miracle. To be able to use them is to be able to heal when using them wisely
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I do agree that words are miraculous gateways to a plethora of opportunities. Having used them time and again, I know of the immense power they hold and marvel at how they work ever so slowly in the ways of the world.
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“I knew you
Like obsession’s ink
You drove me
To the brink
Inches of blinding madness
As I distilled you” – amazing imagery there, such a raw and intense poem 🙂
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Thank you. My mind and heart are in overdrive. Reality and otherworldly manifestations combine and leave no room for segregation 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂 By all means write away! Sweep us up in your imagination and your wonderful wordplay! 😀
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I love to read the poem out loud..it has a rhythm…it has a melody on its own..
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Thank you so much. I hope you liked my reading too 🙂
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I love it..
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Thank you ❤️
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Another hauntingly beautiful piece
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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Beautiful, Geetha!
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Thank you Kunal
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Beautiful, Geetha. And I love Emma Ruth!!!
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Why does that not surprise me Poet 🙂 ? I love her too! Thank you Eric 🙂
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Riveting.
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Thank you
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Most welcome.
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I had one of those arms. I let it hang from the trunk of my car ! Really did like your post. ; )
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Ah ah ah, I am not sure it was a good idea to do that William. The police might have got a tad curious 😀
Thank you for your appreciation and joke 🙂
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Shadows and sadness in love….very beautiful. I adore the line, “when heartbeats spoke Truth”. You are a quite a master at poetry 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂 Heartbeats probably always speak much more truth than mouths
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I agree…for sure.
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Wow! Geetha, a lovely masterpiece. No words to describe it
❤
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Thank you so much Monica xoxo
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wow – amazing – I am touched….your words and lines has a melody…
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Thank you Mihran 🙂
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I am preparing a surprise for you:)
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How lovely. I am sure it will be a beautiful one 🙂
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