Light and Shadows

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Light and shadows play across the room
branches from a tree seem intent on reaching right
in through the window

Darkness arrives to rattle the senses
and a steady stream of thought
refuses to slow down
enough for sleep
and soon you know this night
will never end

unless,
a mind-walk into the light
can calm and soothe the troubles
Take away that sharp edge of nerves
about what an uncertain future holds.

I used to fear what hid in
darkness and in shadows
but not anymore.

Hell is not the place we may
go to when we’re dead
sometimes it’s already here
among the living.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

*My mind wandered all over the place with this. Had a huge unexpected expense with the car yesterday. For a while it
triggered that old fear of the ‘what if’ in my mind. When you are on a really tight budget  and you know you just cannot afford any extra expense and something like this crops up, it kind of knocks the wind out of your sails for a while but, life is what it is and, we go on.

Shared with Poetry Jam Shadows
Three Word Wednesday CCC1X: Calm, Know, Rattle.

Poem Sketching

Google Image by Holly Vampasaurous

Fleeting

a shadow of wings
blurred at the edges
and gone in a flash
yet the shortness of flight
cannot convey its depth.

Maybe a spirit
lost
trying to find its way
(as are we all)

Water music plays
its liquid serenade
expanding the circles
in my mind
drawing me in, whilst
a distant drummer, beats
beckoning me to horizons
I have yet to dream and
shores I’ve yet to see.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Shared with With Real Toads Poem Sketching.  I used the words: Fleeting, Shadow, Music, Shores… to write this.
Poets United Think Tank #90 Music

Love Knots

I have a little shadow
her name’s Serenity
she follows me everywhere
she is a shadow
you see.

Some would call her
conscience
I call her Angel
(guardian of my soul)
she hears my hearts symphony
Its tunes of hope and glory
or,
its sorry tales of woe
from accepting reality.

‘Not that way, this way’
she’ll say, if I stray
too far from true
and,
sometimes not getting what we want
is exactly what we need.

There are invisible patterns
love knots
which tie and bind
to ensure we never wander
too far from those paths
of our cosmic voyage
thus, fulfilling destiny

So it is written
So shall it be.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

Shared with Carry on Tuesday #149 I have a little shadow
dVersePoets OpenLinkNight #36

Parting the Shadows

A harpist plucks Heavenly strings
sending ripples through
earthly vibration

These are sweet, sweet melodies
floating just above the
sound of silence
or,
is it that she knows?

Her gentle breath
reaches
raises hair on skin
causing butterflies to
take to flight

Yes

she knows her notes
are parting the shadows
whispering softly
to the loneliness in my soul

“Touch your heart, I’m there”

then I too
…know .

~*~

© Daydreamertoo     *All rights reserved

Shared with dVersePoets FormforAll
Poets United Think Tank #85 Strings

Mind Games

In all honesty
I expected something
but life has shown
(once again)
I ought not to
have at all.

I am the shadow of love
where once, I was its
sparkle in her eyes

But

Nothing is lost
because

she was not who
I thought she was

Just the figment of a yearning
that simply played games
in my mind.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo      *All rights reserved

The promt is the photograph and the thoughts we take from it. At first I thought she was wearing a fake beard *rolls eyes* until I enlarged the picture to discover it’s a bow around her neck. Apparently her husband (the photographer) liked to play with shadows and light.

Shared with Magpie Tales #96
Poetry Pantry #80

She Who Shadow Walks

SHE WHO SHADOW WALKS

She who shadow walks
sweeps across my mind
as it turns back dusty pages
holding emotional times.

She was hurting so
yet…
reaching out to love
and with notes of deep
compassion
over-coming pain.

She would quietly come and sit
often stay a while
among the pages I would write
absorbing energy from words
that connected with the fragility
of her soul.

She loved to see and share the love.
The flowing steady stream of thought
that lived and breathed in light.

But is she lost now beneath the
weight of her cloak of shadows
that both warmed and offered her
protection from life and those hurts
that grew, as she did.

In my head I paint a picture of
her love in words which left lasting
footprints in my mind
(the kind you never throw away)

I miss
She Who Shadow Walks
and hope she will return

One day.

~**~

© Daydreamer Too *All rights reserved

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I wrote this a very long time ago about a woman who used to come read my other online journal. Her notes meant so much to me. Like myself, she’d been hurt by life yet, she’d overcome it all the only way that we can, through love and, of learning how to forgive, sometimes the unforgivable.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season or, a lifetime. They teach us or, we teach them.
She came into my life to teach me and told me many times that, I too had become, pure love.
She was let down by a man she loved and disappeared then but after about 4 years, she returned to note me, once again, with that same quiet calm and serenity about her that I always sought, then somehow (after losing my life partner) I managed to discover for myself through going deeper within than I had ever been before.

It’s in that inner stillness that we find we are one tiny part of this universe but, we are an important part of it nonetheless and, in that stillness we find our balance, our clarity and then discover we know the answers to what troubles us.

I don’t know if she wore shoes. She is an earth lover, at one with nature. but, she walked into my life, inspired me with her use and love of words and her unabiding faith in people and, in a way she helped change, me.

Shared with dVerse Openlinknight #2
Poets United #58 prompt ‘Nighttime’
Poetry Potluck Week #45
Carry on Tuesday #115