world of shadows
looking in hunger
down to a world
of shadows
where sunlight
squirms and slithers
through fingers of moss
I dive from the sky
in darkness that splinters me
into a thousand sparks
and my eyes when I wake
have lids that close
to velvet blackness
my new heart
lights its caverns
with fire
down to a world
of shadows
where sunlight
squirms and slithers
through fingers of moss
I dive from the sky
in darkness that splinters me
into a thousand sparks
and my eyes when I wake
have lids that close
to velvet blackness
my new heart
lights its caverns
with fire
posted by Yes at 1:41 PM
3 Comments:
The world behind closed eyes and what we actually see are not so different. You capture the two shadows running alongside each other, parallel worlds that meet here.
I find this a slightly elusive, yet fascinating poem, playing with images of light and dark, of the natural world... but also as metaphor.
mermaid--thanks for your insight--it's always a trip to read your comments!
mb--yes, you're right about the metaphor--
good to get your generous feedback as always...thanks
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