Monday, October 11, 2010

When a poet casts a shadow,
It's a story blocking a light
Its words resting easy by the humble shade
The breathless verse kneeling darkly under a fitful sun
The poet that casts a shadow is like a cool brook, an autumn breeze
It's a Square Corner, I think; in vanity, perhaps
No matter, a narrow shade blocks the light


Old Ollie said...

The shade helps us

Templeton's fury said...

what an interesting image, truly intriguing. hopefully our words will be more permanent than our fleeting shadows...