RDP Monday: VENERABLE
By Martin Lewis
I write about the shadows
that cling to the walls
and hide in the trees
and sneak away from fires and splashes of light
as slow as they want, or in the blink of an eye.
I don’t joke about them
I don’t tame them
I don’t try to capture them and bend them
into shapes and words we don’t have to fear
and can control.
So I sit at my desk
patiently in the dark, with just a little light to see by
maybe some music to keep me company
just waiting for the door to creak open
and I always hold my breath for the Night’s feral shadows to join me.
I love how your shadows sneak away from the light. I believe you left a word out of your last sentence. Strange that I did exactly the same thing in my poem today and so glad someone tipped me off. I really like your poem, by the way!!!
Shadows are sneaky things. Thank you for the heads up on the last line. Usually I use the voice program to read these back to me and I catch things like that. This time I didn’t. But it’s fixed now.t Thank you again. Anita
You are very welcome. I’d appreciate your doing the same if you ever notice one of my numberous glitches.