the screen tries to hold my focus
but shadows
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
——
Words and Feathers 
“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.
Love this!
Thanks!