Wednesday
April 18, 2012
Remember What I was talking about how much time I took on the last poem? Well, after a fairly decent night's sleep, I read it over this morning and... man, too stiff. Too forced. So, made some rewrites and HOPE it's closer to what I want... I guess I'll see tomorrow. I decided to leave the old post (April 17, 2012) intact.
Black and White (2nd draft)
My shadow lives, his back against
a wall. Secure,
at home he feels. The cold and
gritty touch of brick
along his spine, a lover’s stroke
to him, strong but kind.
But here, within this lively world of ours where color
reigns in harsh and brittle light, this poor shadow
mine can barely find a friendly wall to stand upon.
Too three dimensional, our world. Too many voices shouting,
too many wrongs to be righted, too many wrongs made right.
A shadow’s life is simpler, at peace in black and white.
rrw
4-17-12
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