The Age of Shadows
It could have been her high school shadow
she chased. The cut of her profile
and the mail carried school-girl style
said eighteen.
She used to capture the shadows of leaves.
Barely breathing, she waited for the sun
to burn blue-tinted prints onto paper,
then stowed them in the shoebox
with her second grade silhouette. Light faded
long-pinned memos on the bulletin board,
and she wished her shadow that skirted the office
walls could be stored in the box, too.
January 2002
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The age of Shadows
Lovely!
Thanks, Scareysquirel! Donna
Thanks, Scareysquirel!
Donna Smith
The Age Of Shadows
Brilliant piece, totally captured
Dave
Thanks, Dave
I'm glad you enjoyed.
Donna Smith
EGADS!
I've read a lot of your stuff and I just want to say that it's AMAZING.
Absolute kudos and please, do us all a favor and please don't stop writing!
Thanks, Signe
You're very kind to say so. Thanks.
Donna Smith
Incredibly Well Done!
I love the concepts you used here; they are very effective. You are one of my favorite poets on the site; I admire your work greatly. You are a sort of poetic role model to me; your work is one of a kind. Please don't ever stop writing and believe that I respect you and am not just being flamboyant (I can do that sometimes).
Can't wait to read more!
Epitome
Thanks, Epitome. I'm
Thanks, Epitome. I'm blushing here. Heh. Don't worry (or maybe you should? :), I don't plan to stop writing until they come and take my pen away.
Donna Smith
oldaspirationsneverdie...7 Th
oldaspirationsneverdie...7
This is a fine poem: It's discriptive language makes this
piece a real gem!
Thanks, oldaspirations.
Thanks, oldaspirations. Glad you enjoyed.
Donna Smith