Shadows

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Shadows

Through the blue haze of drems,
  Through the smoky fog of fought realizations,
Materialized the figures in masks of newness,
 Hiding the sme longings,
Obscuring the same mistakes,
 Masquerading in faded colors of seeming uniqueness
Then dissolving into reflection pools
   Of grotesque aching familiarity....

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mamasan commented on Shadows

11-28-2009

Ah, your poems definitely are steeped in remembrances that now qualify for pauses made in life's journey......to reread, rethink, and slowly and deliberately raking them in our reality....to see if perhaps we can turn those pit stops (pauses) in to working reality. Since I have an obsessive feature within me....I am going to do a lot of 'raking' and perhaps find a new destination titled "peace to the world" and refuse any detours......fervently mamasan

mimetou

11/28/2009

Thanks for reading and commenting on my poems. I've enjoyed yours; I've read one and intend to read the others, too. I am still chasing the Muse right now, wanting to write more, feelings stimied...sleepy, anxious, all tumbled up in childlike...not childish emotions.

mimetou

11/28/2009

Thanks for reading and commenting on my poems. I've enjoyed yours; I've read one and intend to read the others, too. I am still chasing the Muse right now, wanting to write more, feelings stimied...sleepy, anxious, all tumbled up in childlike...not childish emotions.

beejay1609 commented on Shadows

08-24-2009

The imagery matches the title perfectly. Language is used beautifully to illustrate the painful lessons that life has taught. The background music here is not the blues, but a lament.

mimetou

08/25/2009

Thanks for your comments.

mimetou

08/25/2009

Thanks for your comments.

gogant commented on Shadows

08-24-2009

Sometimes we run from a memory that we don't want bothering us, but there are times when we would be better off turning around and chasing them.

mimetou

08/25/2009

True observation; thanks.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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