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I see you on the walls, shades, shadows
Sometimes at night, when the rage of day is silent
And I am awaken by fright with shiver
I see you in the corner of my room, poised
On the side of my eyes
On the shapes of projection, I walked past
Made by objects, on sunny days
Cast on the other side of the moon
I always wondered, like love and its essence
As a child, what you meant, such mystery
Then as an adult, I forgot all about you
Seems science had explained your existence
But every now and then in apparition you manifest
You come to life again, the beauty of you, still with mystery
When science is made speechlessWithout such blunt, arrogant words, of know
And the heart sees in art
Something tells me, there is more
Than I know; to the mystery of you
Like love and it's essence, beauty bestowed
A mysterious shadow from the past. Nice work with the imagery...very visual.
ReplyDeleteThe shadow is really a mystery...science explains but still that mystery is a beauty
ReplyDeleteLove the title - the sense of awakening to the shadows' mystery and depth flows through this poem. Well done. I absolutely LOVE your last line!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and I loved ... When science is made speechless.
ReplyDelete"Just the mystery of you
ReplyDeleteLike love and it's essence, beauty bestowed "
I have always felt that mystery something is its beauty.Eventhough know the science part something in me have always wanted to forget that...
beautiful write..
I can see such imagery from reading your words.
ReplyDeleteExcellent.
Best wishes,
Eileen
I love the life "science made speechless" fun to read~ Nicely done~
ReplyDelete"When science is made speechless
ReplyDeleteWithout such blunt, arrogant words."
I like these two lines especially. Science can never explain a mystery like a shadow. Only poetry can.
Love this - the imagery put me right there - another triumph!
ReplyDeleteHere form the linky - My entry
http://wordsinsync.blogspot.com/2011/03/poem-eternal-bondage-monday-madness.html
Beautifully written. If I may?
ReplyDelete'I see you in the corner the my room' (of my room)
'Something tells me, there is more to you
Than I know, just the mystery of you'
Something tells me there is more
than I know; to the mystery of you.
Bravo, living art in a poem.
avril
nice...some really great lines here...science made speechless and the one after are really good..nice hook in the opening 2 lines...i would tighten it up a bit...
ReplyDeleteI see you on the walls, shades, shadows
Sometimes at night, when the rage of day is silent
Yet I wake by fright with shiver
I see you in the corner the my room (this line has a different feel from the preceding three)
a different way of looking at it...
Yet awake with shiver
seeing you in the corner
This feels like a rediscovery of faith. Children believe, without question. Faith that comes as an adult exists despite the question.
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