Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Another shadow poem

Umbrellas and shadows
marking our lives,
like the sun during an eclipse,
like an oak on a summer's day,
or a red moon hanging low in the sky,
a shadow dancing behind a running child.

The shiver of bad news
A moment of quiet
the color of anger
a candlelit shrine
the grief of loss
a prayer said in silence -

weaving though our lives,
the pause,
the shadow,
the darkness
boundaries we cannot escape,
sure as our shadow
on a bright summer's day.

Updates and itchies.

Well, I seem to be over the flu, and most of the viral rash has gone away, although it still itches from time to time. Like for hours. Not as bad as the hives, but I have scratched some long streaks into my skin without realizing it. I think it made the affected skin more delicate.

poem I wrote for a word of the day group I hang with (word was umbrage):

Umber -
raw,
brown,
the color of earth,
growth, hope.
burnt, red brown rage.
Umbrage,
the shadow hiding
unresolved issues,
smoldering,
until the heart it shadows
also takes the color
burnt.