Poetry's Shade Poem by Bill Cantrell
Poetry's Shade
An echo of light,
which equates to light's soul?
Or the negative of life,
immune to the cold?
An eclipse of a pen,
tracing thoughts in a poem,
hiking under each line,
for a permanent home?
Every dream has its shadow,
which awakening erases
Then washed in times stream,
slowly wipes out all traces
How many hearts might your shadows touch,
as they reach out carefully, deep below every line?
Silent as death, they would love to speak out
Yet their lot in this life that of a mime
And so the consensus of the majority concedes,
it cannot be defined, just a ghost in the breeze
I highly object, inspiration agrees,
from the heat of life's pen, we seek shade from the trees
Bill, I'm in total agreement with Susan Williams. And I know that our mutual friend Daniel Brick would agree. In fact, I could see shades of him in this wondrous work of art. As he would say: Wow! And Wow!
Wow, I'm honored by your words, Daniel Brick isa real poet, is Daniel ok?
Bill, your talent has grown and grown and now it towers above all of us---this is LITERATURE---this is literature from a keen and discerning poet---your work needs to be published for the world to see----5 billion stars and a huge fav
I am not being 'kind' I am driven by intense respect for your intelligent poetry couched in such visual and stirring vocabulary---I am also envious of such beautiful talent! ! !
Again, I thank you Susan, you have encouraged me for years as you have many…that's your nature, I give and dedicate this poem to you, it's yours my friend, you have all rights to it
I love the line 'every dream has it's shadow' So true! A unique write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 8:52:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
every dream has shadow; yes, every poetical expression has explicit and implicit meaning; great to read