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Reflecting Shadows

Perhaps a quick slip into nothingness
Before a brief light a passing flame flares and dies
A dear companion for this loneliness
Shares a drink of Night, mindreading my namesakes time flies
It runs it flees before an awesome tide, the dead
Words once living now return to haunt those rooms behind the boards
Like a hopeless soul hoards flat stolen treasures hidden in imaginary houses
Without even windows or an odd door appears when the eyes are not to see
That which is made, becoming emptiness
Perhaps a quick slip into,
Nothingness . . .




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Written on 2022-08-06 at 02:36

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Sameen
nice imagery. The poem reminds me of some of Li Po's verses, especially the third and fourth lines. Love it.
2022-08-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i become annoyed when my shadow reflects.

bad shadow.
2022-08-06

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