A mere shadow of my former self
Moves invisibly through rooms full of people
Existing on a plane rarely detectable to others
Slipping into a sea of inky darkness
My sliver of a shadow cries
Remembering how she once dreamed
Of emerging to greatness
© 2016 MW All rights reserved / DV, medical trauma and cancer survivor
A quadrille for dVerse with our host, De. “Shadow” is our inspiration.
Oh my the first one is so passionate. I am especially drawn to the second one where one’s shadow seems to mourn for lost hopes and dreams. Wonderful imagery in both.
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Many thanks for reading and commenting Mish. Your feedback is appreciated❤️
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I loved them more but the second poem haunts me more, i remember seeing my shadow exactly the way you described at one point in my life. much love
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Thanks so much for commenting and sharing. It’s good to see you again… Peace, love and blessings to you. ❤️
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I enjoyed both of these. The first one, however, touched a nerve. I sometimes try to put myself in the place of those living in the uncertainty of a war-torn country. That being said, however, we are all so affected by war.
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Many thanks for your feedback Victoria. Whether on a personal, microcosmic or global level, war-torn states of existence are devastating. ❤️
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A poem of light, a poem of dark … both beautiful.
Kat
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Thank you for commenting and visiting with me Kat. ❤️
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My pleasure. 🙂
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I really like the second poem, but both were well written.
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Thanks so much Maria. ❤️
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I love the dreams of emerging greatness contrasted with the tattered quilt of our love remained. Does he or she still have those dreams or have they faded away?
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Thanks a bunch for your comment and feedback Keith. The dreams are still there in the background, but as a source of sadness now. 🌹
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We have regrets don’t we. I wish I could go back in time with a more mature outlook and handle relationships better.
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A redo would be fantastic if we could go back knowing what we know now. Blessings, MW
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I like the two juxtaposed against each other… the first when you can cocoon in safety.. the other when you age alone…
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Thanks much for your feedback, Bjorn.
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Such great excellence. 🌹
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Thank you love and comment appreciation {{{hugs}}} ❤️
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Both are beautiful xxx dear MW
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Thanks so much sweet Sue. ❤️
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❤️❤️❤️ {{{hugs}}}
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I love the last four lines of the first poem, about the tattered quilt of love and bitter cold invading like a thief in the night.But the second poem chilled me to the bone, especially the line about moving invisibly through rooms full of people.
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Many thanks and much appreciation, Kim, for your insight and compassion. ❤️
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My pleasure.
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The one soaks of love…the other of regret. Nice to see both the positive and negative aspects represented.
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Thanks much for your visit and input Bryan.
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both pieces captured the mystic and eerie and deep effect of shadows. great job Momma Moon!
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Thanks much dear Rosema. xo
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you’re always welcome!
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Your first poem is such a deft portrait of a long term relationship. That tattered quilt has seen some action, but it still warms. The second piece made me think of how women become invisible at a certain age. I’m going to be thinking about that one more today.
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Your interpretations are spot on. Thanks a bunch and much appreciation, Sarah, for your feedback.
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Yes, reflects the experience of women of a certain age and also my experience of invisibility as a childhood abuse and DV survivor.
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Very powerful. Thank you for sharing.
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“when the bitter cold invaded/
like a thief in the night” – stunning image. Both poems are filled with beauty and heart.
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Many thanks for your visit and feedback purple one. xo
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I love the sentiment in the first, and ‘only the tattered quilt of our love remained’ – what a lovely image. Love is exactly that.
The second…wow. This one hits close to home. It reminds me of a younger me, and even now, a phrase Brenè Brown spoke when she was talking about shame and guilt and living daringly, which punched me in the gut not too long ago. She said there was a part of her which found comfort in staying under the radar, and even unconsciously she crafted that path. Becoming ‘not the shadow’ is courageous. Being vulnerable enough to risk being seen is maybe the most courageous thing we can do, and the thing with the most risk to our hearts. But it’s worth it.
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Thanks so much for your engagement and in-depth comment Kay. I’ve been hearing quite a bit about Brene Brown’s work. I’ll be ordering a few of her books on my next Kindke order. I appreciate your thoughts on this topic and insight into Brown’s books. ❤️
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It’s my pleasure.
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Nice photo on the second one with the outstretched long fingers.
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Haha. Well. Okay then.😳
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I specially love: only the tattered quilt of our love remained
This gave me a warm fuzzy feeling, smiles ~
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Thanks a bunch Grace. Your feedback is appreciated. Yay to warm, fuzzies! xo
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Ooooh! I love all the rhyme happening in there. Kind of…rhythmic…which is appropriate. 😉 This is really yummy afterglow fun.
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Thanks bunches for your feedback and comment De. ❤
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