our existence
shadow of soul
following dictates of sun
when the bell
to rest is struck
the sheep rushes
back to shepherd
the soul flies away
to its new lord
the shadow left to roam
in the corridors of the mind
Elegiac...................... touches my soul. Thank you, John.
Much poetic wisdom expressed here. Praise for what you have seen in the landscapes of your mind.. Sandra
Your poetry just keeps getting better, John. This whole metaphor is lovely and you stayed focused on it quite well. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They call stepping through the shadow soul and going into the light Aenima. I believe you captured some of that here.