Shadows

Shadows

 

There are many  writers-in-cyberspace;

words flow like a proverbial, perpetual

fountain but one poet- soul, a wise one,

who weaves his words with skill and feeling, said

that the shadows racing over sand were

thoughts that the land is having. I marvelled

at what seemed to me a revelation

for I live amidst mountains and am often

found watching shadows as they cross, soft-hued,

quiet and tender, covering and changing

the landscape in their wake, from dark to light,

from light to dark and back to light again.

Now  I imagine the land’s emotions:

the wind is its anger, the sun is its

benevolence, the breeze a tease, the snow  

its strong urge to hibernate and always,

always I shall see the rain as its tears.

From a penumbra in the poet’s mind,

something ghostly, insubstantial, half-glimpsed

and half-hidden, just an inkling of an idea

became pure poetry,transformed itself

and flew on a journey to me, through space,

reaching my mountainous place from the sea

inspiring me, from those  thought-shadows in the sand.

 
Cait O’Connor

 

Written in response to a poem  Shadows at Pics and Poems .