Unfinished fragment:
Beneath the tree a shadow hides his pain
From mem'ry's sting; He shivers deep within
Across the way he sees amidst the rain
Chrysanthemum adorned in Summer's grin
He creeps along the darkness of the day
In his attempt to reach her pleasant gaze
But petals pure and golden pollen play
In warmth and light where shadows only raze
To gain such beauty though it be his plight
Is something which his soul he would forsake
But darkness cannot change itself to light
And still remain; for light his life would take.
Through that dark glass the shadow now doth see
But hopes one day that she will set him free.
Copyright © 2008 by Layne Cockcroft
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1 comment:
I like this poem. I've never thought about life from a shadow's point of view, but I think you did well in capturing it. It made me laugh.
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