The shadow does not ever know
the truth its shaded from.
Not where the lightness emanates,
nor what it's cast upon.
illusions dance upon the wall
their reason is not shown
but we are not allowed to turn
the truth remains unknown.
In caves we live ignoring all
while voices speak above
for we are sure...the sounds they make
are what we all write of.
These phantom's dance with fool's caps on
for the sun reflects no proof,
and you and I who mimic them
see shadows as the truth.
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Pix predicted you'd whine
when in a flow of comments
her "Glass Slipper" captured
comment 10,000 b y M-C.
Just noted that 10,100 is up
to it goes to Yem coming
out of the cave, seeing the
light, being his quirky self.
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I am reminded of a verse, "for now we see through a glass darkly,"... I think you so well speak of our unknowns, even of our foolishness. This idea that we mimic seems all the more dismal. I am with you in this, except perhaps on a different level philosophically. I don't think all truth is hidden, but that it is revealed slowly to those who would search for it. Also, I do hold to the hope that, "But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away" and that "now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."
I almost want to find a hint of sick, horrible lightheartedness in here..they way we are described in the cave, and the idea that we are what we write of... something false and mimicked. That idea will really mess with your head!
Oh, anyhow. I enjoyed this wirte. Interesting to think about.
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"For now we see through a glass, darkly, but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."
Yep, I can quote scripture. lol Wikipedia is my friend.
Thanks.
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Ha! you're a man of many talents, for sure! A regular Wiki-wiz. I use Bartleby.
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people tell me that shadows are spooky in the dark, i laugh at them your poem is true, its like a mirror reflecting your thoughts and emotions. beautiful.
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The shadow may not know, but I bet the penumbra does
I like your theory/thoughts, of what is concealed within the shadows. Now fiat lux
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dixitque Deus fiat lux et facta est lux
Ok, you had mean scrambling to find that latin phrase.
Ah if we only knew what the light was...
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You came with the whole sentence! I only remembered the Fiat Lux lol Hey, Latin is part of my language and Tess is on her 5th year Latin, will write a whole poem in Latin next time
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I summoned the great God Google for the entire quote. Is it 5th year Latin for Tess, oh my.
Write a poem in Latin, a haiku. I dare you.
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In caves we live ignoring all
while voices speak above
for we are sure...the sounds they make
are what we all write of.
beautiful stanza.
Its so true.
wonderful write.
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Shadows hint and dance,
observers in a trance---
"...for the sun reflects no proof,
and you and I who mimic them
see shadows as the truth."
We need to get out of the cave!
M-C
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Firstly ... let me mention
that you must have worn out your poor fingers on Dec. 8, 2008 and certainly your poor mind as well! Everything I seem to read has that date on it. Was this actually written after a crisis had passed and you had contemplated the truth found in shadows? Actually, I like this, and there is something that makes me want to read it another time and see what new something arises! It's a most interesting theory and I think that I'm guilty. Thanks for the awareness ...
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There was a contest photo of a girl looking against a wall and her shadow was there. That was the inspiration. But I very rarely enter contests so just wrote it for fun.
What we call reality is possibly just a shadow of what that real thing is. We only know that shadow and not the truth and all that we do in its name is false, because we don't know that real image, just the shadow on the wall. -
December 8, 2008 I moved a great deal of my writing that was on Nom de guerre to a short lived account. I worked feverishly and moved a great many poems in one day...many of them, December 8, 2008. In early January I decided I would bring everything back to Yem and merged that account to Yemassee, thus all those dates. The fiction I have tried to date correctly (in the title) There's still work to do on the poetry.
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