Monday, March 3, 2014

Four Shadows

I have four shadows following me.
The first is the early bird clutching her worm.
The second's a lean-to left for the wind
to feed to the fire when the prairie burns.

The third is a ladder half-built to the stars,
then abandoned for fear of angering God.
The fourth is her old rocking chair -
stopped.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

19 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Our possessions leave so much of us, of the impressions our selves have made, behind us--clear here, cold,as a ladder to the stars that wasn't ever going to reach whether it pleased the Lord or not--but a ladder can still be a humanly useful thing. Starkly simple, deeply layered, all the things you do best.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The things we carry with us may defy comprehension, or make perfect sense.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOW! Goose-bumps.

Laura said...

chills for the rocking chair that stopped.

Sioux said...

I started to note my two favorite lines, but then I added two more, then two more and then...

You get the idea. Brilliant, as usual.

Jinksy said...

And then there are our shadow selves, waiting to be included when we are honest enough... Excellent thought provoking poem of complex simplicity.

Fireblossom said...

Have I ever mentioned that I love the titles to your poems? it almost seems like, this time, you might have come up with the cool title and then the poem may have almost written itself. Or not, I'm just speculating. In any event, each of the four shadows is distinct and sharp, and the last one is suitably jarring and sudden.

Susan said...

Intriguing. Multiple keys to the symbols come to mind whether moving back in time or forward, whether they are relics after moving on or are abandoned. It is possible that the narrator doesn't know and fears the end of things. For me then it is unsettling and surreal, a bit threatening but dormant.

Kenia Cris said...

wow! This is really brilliant, love the imagery in your shadows.

Steve King said...

Very interesting...we carry so much in our psychic baggage cars. This is such a rich package of symbols: sustenance, abandonment, incompletion (or inadequacy) finally, the contemplation of death (at least for me). It's a bleak tale, ending as all tales end. Very polished and classic. Fine work.
Steve K.

Robert Bourne said...

so many images,thoughts and themes packed into this..all the lines had a punch to them and then the sudden stop...

Poet Laundry said...

A Wow from me too. That last one kind of made my heart stop.

wkkortas said...

The last line is, indeed, perfect--one word, full stop, amen.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Damn, you're a gifted writer. Loved this.

grapeling said...

whoosh ~

blueoran said...

You are so great at personifying the spectral moods that haunt the feeling heart. We're chased by those shadows, by our duty to them.

Lorraine Renaud said...

WOW. stopped. you got me on this one Mama Zen, like a slap in the face

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

The ending just held my gut a bit--and I loved that

razzamadazzle said...

Very touching.