Shadows

On 09/27/201612/24/2018 By mother wintermoonIn falling word fragments, unchained verse

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 All rights reserved

A quadrille for dVerse with our host, De. “Shadow” is our inspiration.

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45 thoughts on “Shadows”

Mish

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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10/03/2016 at 102016201610 p05am00+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Many thanks for reading and commenting Mish. Your feedback is appreciated❤️
  
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Afrika Bohemian

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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09/30/2016 at 09201620169 p06am19+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thanks so much for commenting and sharing. It’s good to see you again… Peace, love and blessings to you. ❤️
  
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  10/02/2016 at 102016201610 p04am33+00:00 Reply
Victoria C. Slotto

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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09/29/2016 at 09201620169 p08pm57+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  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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alphaandkat

A poem of light, a poem of dark … both beautiful.
Kat

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09/29/2016 at 09201620169 p01am03+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thank you for commenting and visiting with me Kat. ❤️
  
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  1. alphaandkat
    
    My pleasure. 🙂
    
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    09/30/2016 at 09201620169 p02am04+00:00 Reply
Arcadia Maria

I really like the second poem, but both were well written.

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09/29/2016 at 09201620169 p12am03+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thanks so much Maria. ❤️
  
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Keith

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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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p07pm54+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  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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  1. Keith
    
    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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    09/29/2016 at 09201620169 p05pm20+00:00 Reply
    1. mother wintermoon
      
      A redo would be fantastic if we could go back knowing what we know now. Blessings, MW
      
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

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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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p06pm46+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thanks much for your feedback, Bjorn.
  
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dornahainds

Such great excellence. 🌹

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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p06pm07+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thank you love and comment appreciation {{{hugs}}} ❤️
  
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Sue Dreamwalker

Both are beautiful xxx dear MW

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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p05pm42+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thanks so much sweet Sue. ❤️
  
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2. mother wintermoon
  
  ❤️❤️❤️ {{{hugs}}}
  
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kim881

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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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p03pm48+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Many thanks and much appreciation, Kim, for your insight and compassion. ❤️
  
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  1. kim881
    
    My pleasure.
    
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    09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p08pm11+00:00 Reply
Bryan Ens

The one soaks of love…the other of regret. Nice to see both the positive and negative aspects represented.

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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p12pm29+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thanks much for your visit and input Bryan.
  
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rosemawrites

both pieces captured the mystic and eerie and deep effect of shadows. great job Momma Moon!

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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p10am19+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thanks much dear Rosema. xo
  
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  1. rosemawrites
    
    you’re always welcome!
    
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    09/30/2016 at 09201620169 p01am07+00:00 Reply
sarahsouthwest

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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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p06am36+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Your interpretations are spot on. Thanks a bunch and much appreciation, Sarah, for your feedback.
  
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2. mother wintermoon
  
  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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  1. sarahsouthwest
    
    Very powerful. Thank you for sharing.
    
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    09/29/2016 at 09201620169 p05pm24+00:00 Reply
purplepeninportland

“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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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p03am48+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Many thanks for your visit and feedback purple one. xo
  
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  09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p04am20+00:00 Reply
Kay

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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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p02am07+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  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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  1. Kay
    
    It’s my pleasure.
    
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frankhubeny

Nice photo on the second one with the outstretched long fingers.

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09/28/2016 at 09201620169 p01am10+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Haha. Well. Okay then.😳
  
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Grace

I specially love: only the tattered quilt of our love remained

This gave me a warm fuzzy feeling, smiles ~

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09/27/2016 at 09201620169 p11pm20+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thanks a bunch Grace. Your feedback is appreciated. Yay to warm, fuzzies! xo
  
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whimsygizmo

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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09/27/2016 at 09201620169 p09pm43+00:00 Reply
1. mother wintermoon
  
  Thanks bunches for your feedback and comment De. ❤
  
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