
Shadow Play
The dark
is stark.
The night,
too tight.
Its lack of sight
is nighttime’s plight.
I also fight
direct sun light.
Full height,
its bite
too much
as such.
Before I fade,
I seek the shade,
half light, half dark
in which to park.
Veiled light?
Just right.
For Fandango’s “Stark” prompt.
Love ❤️ rhythms going on in that poem.
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Very elegant.
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I love taking shadow pictures…this poem could go with my photos. 🙂
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