Monday, October 11, 2010

Sun
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

2 comments:

Old Ollie said...

The shade helps us see...no?

Templeton's fury said...

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