In the shadows,
There is always someone watching us,
There is always a shadow following us
The shadows creeping slowly over the walls
Covered with the shadows of people waiting
In the shadows of the skyscrapers
Overshadowing the commuters
The shadows cast by the figures of statues
Standing still in the shadows of the past
Shadowing us,
The shades of things to come
The footsteps of the shadows following us
Down the streets, under the shadows of the elevated trains,
Underneath the shadows of the airplanes
Dark shadows, night shades,
Blinds, shadow boxes, sillouettes,
Eye shadow, lampshades, solar eclipses
The lengthening shadows
in the darkness of the temples,
The shadows of the gods
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Author Notes
This is another poem, a bit minimalist in the interpretation of free verse, that uses forms of the word 'shadow', and various images associated with it, to create the color and music of language. It's a moody poem, a dark poem of those moments when we feel dogged by unresolved issues, past events. We have all felt those shadows following us, at one time or another. estory
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