Lightning burned from thunderstorm
give rise to shadows bereft of form
Like dust through broken sunlit maze
These shadows thrive in bursts of blaze
They flitter, flutter on wind blown flame
hiding true selves with eyes of shame
At lovers’ moon, shadows stand still
Spinning swoon words with deft and skill
Yet come the lightning they loose all sense
exploring elsewhere for quick romance
I too feel, this burning call,
should I succumb and take a fall?
Or keep the promises I have made
to wondering shadow which has betrayed?
Author notes
I used the prompt Word Bank
A contest entry
- I am trying something different!! by spiritraven.
1000 points, ended September 20, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very good
You used the word bank for a very smooth write....Thank you for entering
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I am unclear on these two stanza's the second sentance in the first one, and I was wondering if you meant "lightning" instead of "lighting" since that seems to be the theme of the poem.
'At lovers’ moon, shadows stand still
Spinning swoon words with deft and skill
Yet come the lighting they loose all sense
exploring elsewhere for quick romance'
This whole poem makes me see the shadows that know one watches when the light is brightest, makes me think of me sitting on the outskirts of the radiant inferno wondering what I am doing and how to reemerge into the light.
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