My spirit lacks
the water to float
in my waning
inner reservoir
It’s a place
where shadows
come to hide
so they don’t
attract attention
and die in the form
of a spotlight story
Stories we tell ourselves
and others
about the way
we see the world
kills the intuitive dualist
inside us that tries to keep
the lure of a mystery alive
The importance of shadows
is realised when monotony
kills the spirit with dullness
and shadow is needed
to give it depth
to keep it alive
The importance of the shadow
is also a story we just shared
just to make sense of infinity
just to hold light in my mind
In the end structure and style
are only a means to an end
that is really a beginning
A beginning of an idea to
make sense of circumstances
into an edge of the seat story
when we’re only really
fooled by randomness
Wowwww nice lines 👏🏻💖
Thank you 🙂
Your spirit is a place where shadows come to hide… That’s such interesting imagery. And then the shadow emerges to hold light in your mind… I never thought of shadows holding light. Interesting concept. My mind sees the shadows absorbing the light. <3 Thoughtful, indeed! <3
Yes. It’s like the concept of black holes. They hold the light inside them. Glad it was thoughtful enough for you 🙂
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Intriguing lines.. amazing concept!! Loved it❤️
Thank you!
Very interesting…. 💗💗💗
Thank you so much Vani 🙂
Your poem reflects a focused mind freely exploring concepts and ideas, that often prefer to be tucked away. Compelling title.
Thank you Michele. So kind of you to say that 🙂
You are welcome. Your poetry is fabulous!
Such a powerful piece. 💕
Thank you Sara 💫
Wonderful
Thank you 🙏