"Seagulls and Shadows " © James Rainsford
If my
shadow had wings,
it could
fly free of
the ancient
bones
my feet
must carry.
I walk
on brittle toes
wishing
I could ride
the wind
of my youth.
Guess I
should be glad
my deaf
ears can’t hear this cane
tapping
me closer to eternity.
©Susie
Clevenger 2012
we were blessed to have the photography of
James Rainsford as inspiration for our work.
I also linked my poem to Real Toads' Open Link Monday.
Comments
Thank you for bringing my picture to life. James.
Monty
Monty
When I reached the tapping cane part it reminded me of Poe's The Raven:
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a
tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber
door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber
door;
Only this, and nothing more.".
[ http://poetry.eserver.org/the-raven.txt ]
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I like the opening lines best ~
Happy Monday ~
Boy, do many of us fathom that 'Shadow'
and the still latent 'Desire.'
as someone else has mentioned:
the last stanza is the 'Killer.'
Nice job, here, Susie. I like your poem.