If one day you chance
to slip
fall to the ground
into your own shadow--
stay there a minute
one conversation,
a moment or two
strike a deal and
swap for the day
one shadow above
one you below
trailing along
the shadow you've
never known
sliding across
dewy grass
bumping up the
library steps
the perspective change
of sideways glancing
upward staring
spins your head
but the view from here
leaves bits of
newness
clinging to your fingers
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This is awesome. I love the
This is splendid. I love the description of bumping up the library steps, and I always enjoy your poetry. You're very talented.
I'd never considered that
I'd never considered that before... I love your descriptions. :)
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
:)
sliding across
dewy grass
bumping up the
library steps
the perspective change
of sideways glancing
upward staring
spins your head
Beautiful description. So true.
"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson
:)
For a minute I thought: Bumping up the steps? How can you bump up the steps? Usually people bump down the steps. The I realised that you were still talking about your shadow. Awesome.
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh