the screen tries to hold my focus
flicker past catch my eye
ghosts, shades, living fades,
the memory of a wind chime
on a still day
with the right suns
you can mix light and shadow into
crisp edges and soft blue blisters
but these shadows sport human shape
i watch them lengthen and merge
and wait for their whispers
4 thoughts on “eclipse (Poem 20160506)”
“you can mix light and shadow into
crisp edges and soft blue blisters”
Ooooh, like a painting that I’d hang in my home. You’ve really been hitting the ball out of the park lately with your poetry!
Aww, thank you! When I saw the prompt I had to write about it.
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