The White Poem by Nicola Bowes

I lie here
As the thin white
Billows out wanting to
Show me more
Of the shadows
That play along it

It stops
And silently the shadows
Zip across it
Untouchable by anyone
And anything

The grey lines snake and
Warp their way along the
White folds
Dizzily playing as the sun
Lends a helping hand

Giggling at me the
Shadows close in for the fold
Weaving concentricities through
The wispy fabric

I reach out in hope
Of catching one
But my movement
Only disturbs the white
And the shadow runs
From my fingertips

A gentle woosh sends
Them scurrying across
The white

Beautifully dancing
Taunting me with their
Inexistence

Oh how i wish to be a
Simple movement like them
To rely on light as all
Living do
I'd love to paint silhouettes
On natures' canvasses
To be an artist like the sun and wind

To create fun out of the
Obscure and intangible

I want to master the
Simplistic brushing of
The white across my skin
By the breath
And mimic the warm
Glow that kisses gold into
My hair

How i would like to play
With the elements
and command a storyline

but then how I also
long to scurry across
the thin white as
something composed of
nothing solid

It would be sunny to exist as inexistence
Copyright Nicola Bowes 09/09/2011