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Shadows

Shadows play along the wall,
as spirits lo they came;
When darkness falls, I hear them call,
enticing me by name.

From open doors they call to me,
in whispers soft as sighs;
To join them there in fantasy,

where memory never dies.

 

O sweet and gentle is the night,

when memories hide and play;

And rule your dreams till breaking light,

when night gives way to day.

 

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  • drybones
    May 15
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    hollowriver,

    Thank you for taking time to read and comment on my poem"Shadows."

    Drybones


  • hollowriver
    May 14

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    "From open doors they call to me,
    in whispers soft as sighs;
    To join them there in fantasy,
    where memory never dies."

    that is my favorite part of the poem. This piece of poetry is stunning and captivating, truly remarkable. There is so much feeling and emotion pored into each line and every single word; makes you think, I love when poetry makes you think that’s the best part about poetry the thought and feeling lingering in your head after words see now you know you did something right I’m ranting aren’t I? I just wanted you to know that I really enjoyed this write keep up writing well penned literature bravo! You should be proud.


  • a59teeth
    April 19

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    this is wonderfully written! the rhyme is perfect!

    it's a little creepy but that is good. the work is good! and night is creepy sometimes!! and spirits may come a calling!!


  • Rose Angel gold member
    April 17
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    Dear friend..so glad to be back reading this write..How I love the flow and rhyme...It has almost a lyrical style to it that you are so good at..A poem of the strangeness night sometimes gives us...You make it easy to think of, and so delightful to read! Keep penning!

    • drybones
      April 18
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      Rose,

      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my humble attempt at prose.

      I don't get a great deal of time to write these days, however, I am working on a couple of pieces that are not yet ready to post. I tend to be super critical on what I post, and even then I'm very insecure about how good the product truly is.

      Thanks for your encouragement. Without critiques such as yours, I would have stopped posting a long time ago.

      Drybones


  • spirit rising
    April 14

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    do not revise

    oh what a treat to read!! this is awsome, i love, love, love it! the imagery is awsome and the flow is effortless, so where ever this came from, its great!!
    this is something that should be in a book!

  • Eusebius
    March 30

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    Oh, I do love this! This is MY kind of poem! Full of atmosphere and mood, so excellent in every regard! Again, I loved it!!!

  • jadeangyal
    March 21

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    The first stanza sounded a little scary, but in the end I decided that the shadows are just the beginnings of dreams and of drowsiness. Great poem!

  • amysticwriter silver member
    March 2
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    Love it, shadows always fasinate me...


  • Sandygram
    February 19

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    Soft and Beautiful

    What a lovely poem about shadows and dreams. Two of my favorite things to write about. Beautiful imagery. I am a dreamer and often get lost in my memories. This was a delight to read. Hope all is well with you. Take care. Bless You. Sandy

    • drybones
      February 19

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      Sandy,

      Thank you for the accolades on my poem "Shadows."

      I'm a dreamer as well and many of my poems are about memories. Most of them bittersweet. But, that's how you learn the lessons of life.

      Drybones

      • Sandygram
        February 19
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        Yes we do learn by mistakes to do right and be strong. Bitterswet is a good description. You take care. Bless You, Sandy


  • purplemoon
    February 14

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    Really beautiful and expressive. For some reason when I read this it made me think of something dark and deadly appearing to be gentle. it is a wonderful write and a very nice read. Bravo. Keep Writing!

    • drybones
      February 15
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      watergoddess,

      Thank you for your kind remarks regarding my poem, "Shadows."

      Since the shadows are a metaphor for memories, I suppose you could say that they represent things that are dark and deadly, depending of course on how dark and deadly those memories might be. In my case, they represent memories of love gained and lost many years ago. Those kind of memories are always bittersweet in the extreme.

      Drybones

  • loafy
    February 8
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    I wonder who's them. In the third line. ?


    • drybones
      February 9
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      "Them," in the third line, are the shadows or the spirits, which are metaphors for memories.

      Drybones


  • Exit-Stage-Right
    February 1

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    Hello Fred,

    I, too, feel the seductive sway of the shadows as you've cast them on your wall of words. Poetry needn't be complex nor of epic proportion to give one a sense of literary satisfaction.

    Best wishes to you,

    Jim

    • drybones
      February 1
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      Jim,

      Thanks for the kind words on my poem, "Shadows.

      Accolades coming from someone with your talent and vivid imagination are high praise indeed.

      Fred (Drybones)


  • turpentine
    January 30
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    Love it!

    • drybones
      January 31
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      Jane,

      Thank you for your kind comments regarding my poem, "Shadows."

      I read your profile and fully understand your desire leave the "small town" environment for the "big city." I felt the same way when I was your age, however, since I am now in my "dotage" and fully experienced in the ways of the "big city," I long for the peace, serenity, and security of the small town atmosphere.

      You may be surprised how your feelings may change as you grow older.

      Drybones


  • macandrew
    January 30

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    You are always such a smooth writer. Always a pleasure to read.

    John

    • drybones
      January 30
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      John,

      Thank you for your remarks regarding my poem, "Shadows."

      I hope you are staying warm up in the "northland." I'm happy to be living in Florida.

      Drybones


  • SpydurPoet gold member
    January 15

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    Wow. That was like the last suspiration of a violently beautiful life. Wow. Incredibly written.
    Write on.
    ~*~SP~*~

    • drybones
      January 15
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      Spydur,

      Thanks for your comments on my poem,"Shadows."

      Most of the time I develop a theme and a basic outline before I write something. This one came from somewhere else. Shadows perhaps?
      Drybones

  • mcheadle
    January 14
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    This has magic in it

    So cleaver was this . I liked it very much...mac


    • drybones
      January 14
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      Mac,

      Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment on my poem, "Shadows."

      Drybones

  • Eusebius
    January 14
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    This IS my kind of poem! Lovely, evocative and just a splendid piece of writing! I loved it!!

    • drybones
      January 14
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      Michael,

      Thank you for you kind remarks regarding my poem "Shadows."

      For years my poetry was a very private thing which I shared with no one. I wasn't sure I had any talent and in my family a man writing poetry was taboo. I'm still insecure about my creations, in spite of the fact that most people seem to enjoy it. Naturally, when someone of your talent praises my work, I am humbled and appreciative.

      Thanks again,
      Fred

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