Shadows Vanish
Choose a color in the white light
of a stark reality. Blink, and shadows vanish,
hidden beneath layers waiting to be revealed.
There is no mystery when the truth lies
before you. Later, when you realize
you’ll never really know, you can wonder
if you’ve made the right choice. Either way,
you’ll always be in the dark, looking for shadows.
This poem is my response to Twiglet #232 – shadows vanish.
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Awesome work, Ken.
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Thanks, Ron..
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There’s so much to think about here, Ken. Excellent.
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Thank you, Merril.
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So true. Nicely done, Ken.
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Thank you, Misky.
And thanks for the prompt.
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I think some shadows can be very good. If we shadow good examples per se.
We make our choices and our memories become shadows…
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“If we shadow good examples per se.” I like that thought. Thank you.
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