Thursday, September 21, 2006

Song of shadow

the shadow of a swallow
hunts the shining pool for gnats
but never moves as quickly
as the silent-singing bats

sing a song of shadow
a silent whispered prayer
sing a song to something
that maybe isn’t there

there is a hole, a hollow,
where water rushes to,
it never catches, never holds
as it passes through

there’s darkness fast to follow
every rushing shadowed past
seizing and uprooting
phantom dreams that never last

carry wings or wallow
or wear a furrowed face
put the shovel to the shoulder
turn again to look for grace

dig a hole, a little hollow,
let darkness rush on through
slipping through the fingers
become the water, too


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Blogger Pat Paulk said...

How boring a world without shadows. Love it!! Definitely one that could be sung.

9/21/2006 8:44 AM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

"...become the water too"
lovely finish to this mezmerizing piece!
thank you!

9/21/2006 8:48 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

That river water is pulsing in your veins. With every heartbeat, a new song, a new poem. I'm so glad you took this journey.

9/21/2006 9:35 AM  
Blogger Dale said...

Beautifully done. Except I winced at "phantom dreams that never last," that phrase sounded, forgive me, like a bad Carly Simon song :-) A come-down after

there’s darkness fast to follow
every rushing shadowed past

which I thought was absolutely lovely. Such a nice balance between promise and threat :-)

9/21/2006 10:09 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Dale, as usual, you are an astute reader. That's the spot I stumbled over in the writing of it and would want to rewrite. Thanks for the feedback. Yes, it's an edgy little thing.

9/21/2006 10:21 AM  
Blogger kasturi said...

i especially like:

sing a song of shadow
a silent whispered prayer
sing a song to something
that maybe isn’t there

9/21/2006 11:30 AM  
Blogger polona said...

water and shadows... two things i love, and you write so beautifully about them...

9/21/2006 12:05 PM  
Blogger alan said...

What a ride!


9/22/2006 1:17 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

mb, lovely. the shadow allows us to notice the light. beautiful images - stunningly so.

9/22/2006 8:41 AM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Loved the ending.

9/22/2006 1:55 PM  
Anonymous beth said...

How unusual these days, and how lovely, to read a rhyming poem - and this one really works. I loved it.

9/22/2006 5:21 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

* g * a * s * s * h * o *

Thank you for the pleasure of more rhyme! It feels so fluid and light and musical when you write end-rhyme.

9/22/2006 9:13 PM  
Blogger chuck said...

Lost in liquid shadow am I...

9/23/2006 12:14 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Pat, the rhythm is a bit like a nursery rhyme — sing a song of sixpence!

Snowsparkle, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Robin, rivers have always gotten to me.

Kasturi, thanks for reading and for your comment!

Polona, I love them, too.

Alan, thanks for going "with" me!

Anne, yes, exactly, the shadows allow us to see the light. Thank you.

Mermaid, the ending is what I'm aiming for.

Beth, thanks for visiting. I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.

Lori, (bowing). Rhyme is tricky, as we know! Sometimes it flows as if of its own accord.

Chuck, and pleased am I that you are! Thanks.

9/25/2006 9:38 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

This has a lovely happy feel probably due to the rhyme scheem it works really well

9/30/2006 10:09 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Sue, thanks. I think without the rhythm and rhyme, the darkness would loom larger. That's intentional because this is, in my mind, about dealing with darkness.

9/30/2006 4:23 PM  
Blogger Wenda said...

I love the rhythm of your "dealing with darkness".

10/01/2006 1:11 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Wenda, wonderful to see you here. Thanks, I'm pleased you enjoyed this poem.

10/01/2006 6:40 PM  

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