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The Shade
by V. BlakeDementia suffered in absentia:
By a ghost that’s left to roam
Where the clouds clutch the moon in a sickly enslavement
And the shadows of trees are cracks in the pavement
And no sidewalks ever lead home
It floats like a leaf on a breeze in a mist
And marvels at heights that the canopies kissed
Until rooftops wrecked their dome
Though slightly rattled, bitten, battled
And fractured by the serenade
Sung by the forest to the rolling valleys
Of streetlights, bar fights, and black back alleys
Where the darkest sins parade
It questioned the logic of the mortal ambition
To seek out the plague of the human condition
That this evicted apparition
Abandoned for the shade.
07/01/2009 Posted on 07/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/01/09 at 04:20 PM A very powerful and sober reflection and well-titled. I salute your capture of this sad human condition and am in awe of your ability to do it in rhyme. Beautiful poem, Vince. I am glad to discover you here. I don't think I have read any of your other stuff, but look forward to the adventure. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/01/09 at 05:41 PM I'm glad you were sober enough to post this, it's amazing. |
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