Monday, November 15, 2010

Whispers







And thus we find ourselves,
hovering,
on the edge of the world,
lingering on the brink between darkness and light.
And it's here that we share
our sorrows and our thrills,
our dreams and our regrets,
all the while drifting
closer and closer,
'til we breathe the same breath,
think the same thoughts,
before melting as one to the ill-ordained whispers of the wind.

But the wind that blows,
blows in cold with the breaking dawn,
burning away the fevered promises,
blistering the dreams we so briefly dreamt,
reducing our joy to a heap of dry ashes now drifting away in this wind.

...as the voices from the dark side bewitch and enchant.
Gilded sureties flowing from their glib and faithless tongue,
broken words promising to return the heat into our veins
while a nothingness fills our sleepless dreams
in a void of numb surrender.

Yet when we eventually still we'll hear
the forming dewdrops in the silence of the dawn.
And as the first light, with its steadfast warmth
thaws the icy cold that has gripped our hearts in a vice,
defrosting the immobility of our senseless mind,
nudges us to stand up on this fragile ledge
and turn away from the pervading gloom;
towards our choices, emerging, shy as a shimmer,
freeing our spirit, our sight and our soul,
as our shadowy bonds dissolve.






43 comments:

  1. I have seen the dew form and waited for that release from shadow to dawn
    yet as the watery droplets form I find the chains are not dream bound but reality riveted.

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  2. "On the brink between darkness and light".......love that line!! But of course, I know that you know that I know your work is always phenomenal!! In every aspect, so, I really don't need to mention that part, do I? LOL

    Excellent Shadow. And it's ironic, just yesterday I was thinking to myself that our dear Shadow isn't writing for us...and here you are!!!!!

    Hope all is well with you and yours.

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  3. Yet when we eventually still we'll hear
    the forming dewdrops in the silence of the dawn.

    It's always suprising what can be heard when we choose to be still. I did enjoy this atmospheric offering...

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  4. It takes strength and determination to turn away from enticing edginess. I for one am grateful for landing in a firm place, not necessarily safe but somewhat sane. I enjoy your writing to the max.

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  5. I so love the pictures you draw in my mind. XOXOX

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  6. Sometimes I think these pieces you write speak to my soul.

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  7. why would we ever want to leave this beautiful place, why?


    *breaths deeply*


    always on the brink....

    you never fail and always thrill me beyond any reason....

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  8. This was so sad, yet finished with that hint of optimism. Beautiful.

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  9. smiles. wonderful write...and i like WMs comment as well...i tend to live there on teh edge...

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  10. Aah, Shadow!

    You send me off the edge and sweep me off my feet, and I safely land again.

    Cheers!..to the whispering winds.

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  11. what a piece, shadow! just beautiful! beautiful!!!

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  12. "And it's here that we share
    our sorrows and our thrills,
    our dreams and our regrets,
    all the while drifting
    closer and closer"

    Are there even words?

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  13. "nudges us to stand up on this fragile ledge
    and turn away from the pervading gloom;
    towards our choices, emerging, shy as a shimmer,
    freeing our spirit, our sight and our soul,
    as our shadowy bonds dissolve."


    YOU are an amazing word smith....so beautiful..."emerging, shy as a shimmer..."

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  14. so, another year older... and still working your poetic magic :)

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  15. Your writing has an ease about it that suggests you find it so simple to write so well ....

    But then, I remember that trademark of your blog from back in the days before I stopped blogging.

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  16. Shadow Dancing...
    You write what us mere mortals wish we could express...Fantastic.

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  17. Im walking the line right now between darkness and light

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  18. dats so gud wrds.....totally mindstruck....it keeps me in a fix fr sumtym to ponder over it again nd again....though being bad at understanding poetry i can't get d last line "as our shadowy bonds dissolve.".
    cn u temme wads dat abt??
    i wud b thankful....

    cheers :)

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  19. beautiful indeed..and as it flowed it was as if a real walk !!
    soothing...

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  20. Shadow
    the darkest hour is always just before the dawn and dawn's dew and soft light always shine hope and promise if we'll listen.
    lovely, Hon
    ~rick

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  21. This was amazing. I had to read it twice to savor it all. Love your writing!

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  22. @ the aspirant... that would be the release from that which holds us back, be it our fears, our past, an addiction or compulsion, certain people, certain beliefs, whatever it is that stops us from living life to the fullest or threatens the purity of our life...

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  23. @ the aspirant...

    whatever it is that stops us from living life to the fullest or threatens the purity of our life...

    The Bible calls it sin :-(

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  24. "the ill-ordained whispers of the wind"

    Love it

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  25. I have watched from amongst the shadows and I have been on the front stage too...


    but I am still wanting... and I am still striving.

    Oh and the ending, you bended it towards positivity, beautifully!

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  26. Just beautiful! Thats it! I'am out of words. I was so awed by the pictures you thrown in my mind while reading.

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  27. I like that warming of the heart. It is much better than having one made of ice.

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  28. I can sit all day in a space like that. Wow, thank you Shadow for a great write here. Blessings.

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  29. ..."emerging, shy as a shimmer" ...

    Always, always I am struck by the way you capture a feeling so well, so completely. It's a real gift you have. xx Jos

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  30. It's awesome shadow!

    but like in the beginning I am left confused on how to be

    after exhausting all avenues forward and back I honestly am of the opinion

    the brick wall that rises too high to climb over without any door which blocks my passage into heaven.

    had been before and is now still

    the self i call the me

    it was i who restricted my passage and only i that i fought so hard against. Nothing more then the usual worst enemies i caould ever have

    the meself

    the me

    the i


    :)

    and i don't even have bus fare to get back to hell so i am between a rock and a hard place of sorts

    and i sure could use it if it was softer

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  31. Cool :) I also just love to capture decay - it is beautiful.

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  32. you have left me speecless with such profound and genuine thoughts!
    Great work, keep on writing!

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  33. I think you answered Chris Alba's poetry bus question about a poem about your existence. But then, you always do.
    Di
    I feel like a novice HERE touching on the same elements less eloquently.
    Thanks for your comment on my poem.

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  34. Many lines that draw me in and keep me in their palms, but it's the
    'Yet when we eventually still we'll hear the forming dewdrops in the silence of the dawn'; that does it for me.

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  35. Ooooh excellent, I shared this on my face book page I hope you don't mind Shads.

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