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POEM STARTER
Write a fantastical poem about shadows detaching from their objects and wandering free.
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I wasn’t confined to him anymore; he always kept me inside,
Yelling at me whenever I came to him; he’d say, damn it, you’re always getting in the way,
There were others like me, with an ‘owner’ too; we planned to run, run as far as possible,
Maybe even see each other one day, in a new city; in a new house,
Repainted anew or the centerpiece of an art gallery or broken and rebuilt stronger
That...
We think we’re chained,
But at last we’re free,
They thought they drained,
The life from me.
As we move,
To and fro,
We remove,
Our simple ghost.
Look at us!
Wandering about,
We need to trust,
This faithful turnout.
Freedom feels nice,
As we move through the night,
But our only vice,
Is the lack of light.
I try to see,
But as hard as it is,
This is not for me,
I’d rather be helpless....
Every night, when The moon rises
And the sunlight fades from the sky
You lose sight of your shadow
Have you ever wondered why?
Each night, our shadows detach from our feet
Left to wander through the sea of darkness
Creeping as a fog
Invisible to our eyes, our ears, our noses
Not visible at all
They take to the streets
walking slow, or fast
Keeping just out of sight of the streetlights
Silent as ca...
Shadows live short lives, lives all the same,
Midnight shadows on the window pane,
I’m pulling I’m pulling
Set me free
Velcro from the bed, from the house, from the floor,
Unstick all alone in the house by the door
I’m my own object,
I’m my own kin,
Unstick and begin,
To wander, and love, and lie,
Sit and travel, dream then die
A flitter in the night as they escape from the pry
Of an objects cold ...
The smoky air coalesces to a point
Stretching against the frame of your body
Pulling you into the abyss
To look into its eyes is to look into yourself
The emptiness of nothingness
Cloaking the world against the light
These obsidian jewels glinting in its contrast
Shimmering on the edges.
They start to shift and morph,
Twisting and snapping at their hinges
The pandora’s box unstitching itself from...
There’s a time when the night comes
and the sun has dipped beneath the hills
when darkness fills every nook and cranny
and silence so dense it kills
There’s a time
when the birds go silent
and the lights turn off
when the city is asleep
and the wind is soft
Then we awake
we peel off of windows and sidewalks and floors
we dance across fields
and tiptoe on boards
we shimmy up trella...
I’ve been stuck to you for life
And now I cut free with a knife
I am free from your grasp
No longer trapped imitating every single gasp
I was like a reflection
Yet no one saw me
Because I didn’t hold perfection
If I followed you be
Now I can leave
To where I can use yarn to weave
My own storylines
The idea sounds mighty fine
I can find a new place
And travel at my own pace
Greet others like ...
By day, we live in the world of light,
In which nobody thinks odd the sight,
Of shadows, following us everywhere,
Listening to everything we say and hear.
By night, when we’re all asleep,
Out of our beds, the shadows creep.
Sometimes they go to our dreams,
Delighting in the terrified screams.
But if they don’t stick around,
Many places, they can be found.
In the garden, in the park,
Ha...
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