Thursday, January 04, 2007

Shadows Don't Kiss

I don’t recall agreeing
to live with your shadow.
It moves like you,
in fact it mimics everything you do.
But, its touch is cold, no
actually it’s worse than that,
there’s no discernible temperature at all.
There’s no color of you to explore in its eyes,
no cheeks to warm against my own.
I’d press my lips to this dark ghost, but
there’s nothing there to kiss me back.

23 comments:

JaneDoughnut said...

There are always shadows. I just try to remember the warm people that once cast them and the warm people who still outnumber them.

Another great write.

ann said...

.... no, shadows don't kiss... but where do they come from? The sunshine... no sun, no shadow

lotsa luv ann xxxx

Anonymous said...

My goodness, this piece is deep, short but deep, love it!

Anonymous said...

Intriguing, pat. And when you argue with shadows, they don't even fight back.

Anonymous said...

Ha! Thanks for putting a smile on my face on an otherwise difficult day, Pat. :-)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

this one is great! it says so much...

Amalendu said...

nice one Pat...kind of emptiness....

floots said...

you're on a roll pat
great stuff
this one gave me a cold shiver and brought back some dark memories

Cathy said...

Oh this is sad, Pat. I bet that everyone has at least one shadow.

trinitystar said...

Shadows ... always with you ... perhaps they are FEELING.
like this ... :o)

Poetry by Kai said...

wow

shadow of my knight doesn't kiss me back either...
it was all in my head..

beautiful piece pat

Anonymous said...

You've captured a sensation most lively.

polona said...

in my mind this one qualifies as another wow!
(sorry for repeating myself but that's what i instantly thought)

Anonymous said...

chilly and sad...very well done

MB said...

Oh. Sad, and really good. Gold on black ice?

Pat Paulk said...

Janedoughnut, you make an excellent point. Thank you!!

Alter egos of the light?? Thanks Ann!!

Lyrically Speaking, you are kind to say so. Thank you!!

Bill, that was something I hadn't thought of. Shadows aren't all bad. Thanks!!

Richard, I hope your day improved. Thanks!!

Thanks Andrew!!

Amalendu, thst wathankss my impression when I wrote it. Thanks!! How's the baby??

Floots mighty kind of you to say. Thanks!! Sorry for dredging up dark memories.

Cathy I wonder if shadows are worse than skeletons?? Something to think about. Thank you!!

Trinitystar, they may be. Thank you!!

Kai, he just might surprise you one day and jump out of your head. Thank you!!

Thanks Joyce!!

Thanks Polona!! Keep repeating yourself.

It is Mandy, but not autobiographical, as you know. Thank you!!

MB, I hadn't thought about the comparison, but it does eem to fit.

Anonymous said...

wow...

I love this!!!!!!

Pris said...

Good one, Pat!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Pat, I came by to read this one again - enjoyed it again - play with is living, moving parts. There is tremendous economy in the shadow metaphore that produces inordinately large emotional realizations from it. Well done!

Anonymous said...

A sad love expression. Well done!

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

They say the "shadow" is our self unreavealed. Maybe it is waiting for the kiss of acceptance?

Green-Eyed Lady (GEL) said...

Top-notch work.
This one makes me sigh and shiver.

Anonymous said...

shadows are painful too.