The sun’s yet risen and the wait’s begun.
The weather is miserable and not much fun.
Yet here I stand shivering and wet,
desperately hoping I’ll win this year’s bet.
Losers are more than winners by far,
but another day’s wages I slapped on that bar.
Chances we take most every day,
so by this hole I’m going to stay.
Just a little sunshine is all it will take,
so I look to the clouds, hoping they’ll break.
Will that big rodent peek from their den?
We all know why but no one knows when.
Then out pops a head in search of a treat,
as it’s been a long winter with nothing to eat.
But a shadow was seen, so more winter’s to follow.
Now I’m cold, broke and tired and pride I must swallow.
Shades of perfection –
a pause for reflection.
Softness felt on shapely curves,
a goddess of light, calming nerves.
Time stands still shaped in stone.
A memory forged, never alone.
Shadows illuminate visions anew.
Shades of perfection – as are you!
Special thanks to the unknown photographer and inspirational model 🙂
My shadow only follows half the day,
when I turn to smile it looks the other way.
It forever lurks, even in the night;
they are after all merely shades of light.
As are the demons that haunt the mind,
there depths unseen they seek to find.
Casting shadows to lead my way,
an image in the dark, half the day.
Gray art of empty
Sides all have a face
Eyes peering both ways
Outward an abstract blur
Inward angles sharp and clear
Ever-moving, overlapping, disappearing
Spectrum glowing, depth growing
Specters in a static box
Dancing into dusk
Fade to black