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My Shadow is my Shepherd (Free verse) by somemorepoetry
I have found my shadow.
It has taken forever,
But I have found it.
I left it somewhere back there,
Back where I came from, and lost it
Before moving here where the trees gloom
Over me with arms that swagger in the wind.
That tooth-faced smile looks ravishing tonight
âWonât you eat? Wonât you eat? Wonât you dine?â
âOf course, of course, all in due time,
When I am ready of course, of course,
I will throw my mouth open wide and diveâ
âBut first, dear candle, darling bright,
Let me say a few words to our distinguished guests:
Yes, there is no notice here,
So you must be on guard,
For any treacherous chandeliers likely to
Crash our party.â
âWhy, there are so many lights.
Dazzling, blurred certainly,
But they hang like diamonds on vines,
And donât you just want to gobble them right up?â
Youâve had too many,
Sips to health, and
Gulps to wealth.
Look at all these shadows.
Itâs a waltz really,
Spinning inward and outward.
âNo, no, no. This oneâs first,
Then this one,
And you always work inward.â
Until you reach the best part,
Dessert with a spoon,
But perhaps with a fork.
âThere they are,
Tramping it up like wolves,
Wouldn't you like to join them?â
âOh, no, Iâve had enough for one night,
I must find my carriage,
And go back home.
âWhere I left my shadow.â
âDarling, youâve had much too much.â
âSlow it down. I canât think full-speed right now.â
My shadow is sitting, waiting under the eaves
With an umbrella and a flashlight,
Whistling Conway Twiddy, and watching
The rain fumble out the spout,
He knows Iâve been stepping out on him,
Dancing so close to so many others,
Four-sided and full-figured,
Not so flat and lonesome,
Like a solitary tree that can only see
Over the fence and into the field,
But nowhere beyond,
Nowhere that has any meaning,
Because these trees keep on leaning into his light
Stepping on his toes, and telling him
âThe moon is down, the stars are falling,
The sun is shaking, the earth is crying.â
And he wants to believe,
But he canât.
Thatâs why I tried to lose him.
The bugger he is though, he found me out,
And now heâs waiting with a flashlight
To show me that I am no one without him.
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