These words are silly shadows.
Wonders disappear
When darkened ground forgets bright sky
And hints but it does not know why.
There’s something missing here.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by De aka WhimsyGizmo asking us to write a postcard poem.
Linked to NaPoWriMo2017 Day Eighteen.
Photo: “Shadows of Reality” by the author.
That’s a very mysterious postcard, Frank. Is it a puzzle?
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Actually, I don’t really know what the poem means. I was too busy trying to put a postcard poem together.
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🙂
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Well, you might be ‘nonsense’, but it strikes a chord with me! 😊
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Thanks, Diana! It did make more sense to me when I first wrote it.
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Oh, I love the pondering in this. The shadow of the tree, hinting at more. Wonderful.
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Thank you! I enjoyed your prompt so much I forgot to make any sense in the poem.
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I like this. It’s quite mysterious, deceptively simple language.
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Thanks! It is mysterious. I am glad you liked it.
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Clever wanderings, Frank.
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Thank you!
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I really like this Frank and I love the train of thought of what happens when we stop wondering :o)
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Thank you! My train of thought was wandering. I am glad you liked it.
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Such a fun read that keeps us all guessing!
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I am guessing also. Thanks, Bev!
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Your poetic card puts me in mind of a ski-fi plot not yet written, where you find yourself in a real Shadowland–all shadows & no substance; & when you look in a mirror you only see your own shadow–a purgatorial way station full of telepaths & chilled air.
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That makes sense! I went to Shadowland. Thanks!
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I like this, especially “when darkened ground forgets bright sky.”
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I liked the sound of that line as well. Thank you!
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Read your poem three times just because it was so haunting. Like a work of visual art, these words have life in the sound of them.
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It was the sound I was aiming for. Thank you!
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reminds me of the prophetic words of the storekeeper in The Alchemist that the more I read I want to understand the limits beyond language and verse.
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That’s true! There are limits to words. I think that was what was going through my mind when I wrote that.
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I actually took this on face seriously, thinking of missing those animals and humans who have died and moved on. Lovely poem and not humorous or mysterious to me at all.
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It was not written as humor. Your interpretation makes sense to me. Upon rereading I wasn’t sure if it made enough sense. I am glad it did to you.
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I like how you did the writing on the photo. It fits the poem very well. The shadows flicker and play, only to lose light, and fall away. I like the way you’ve made me think of shadows. 🙂
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Thank you! The shadows and words are weaker than the reality they suggest must be present because of their existence. I am glad you liked it!
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There’s something missing here, perhaps one needs to follow the clues
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I was going to say there’s “someone” missing to go along with the “wish you were here” theme and then didn’t. Thanks!
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ooooh. this is so intriguing. like a hidden message (i was not able to grasp hehe)
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I intended it to be less cryptic, but I got carried away. At the moment I am not sure what it means. Thank you, Rosema!
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hehe. it’s okay. you’re welcome! 🙂
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Speaks to me of disconnect between light and dark ( or shadow)…what is missing from the shadow is illumination perhaps?
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I think I was trying to say something about words being but a shadow of reality, but I don’t know anymore. Thanks, Paul!
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Reading comments here, it shows how many different meanings people obtained from your postcard message.
It made me think of childhood in a certain Portland, Oregon city park 😉
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I didn’t understand it either after posting it. I usually like what I write to be clearer. The photo was taken in the Chicago Botanic Garden which is a very nice park nearby. I was hoping to see the crab apple trees in bloom, but that will probably be a week or so from now. Thanks, Kathy!
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Love it! …and I love that you don’t know what it means 🙂
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I thought I did when I wrote it. I’m glad you loved it nonetheless.
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I feel that poetry comes somewhere in our hearts and minds. What our minds produce is something of a mystery to us vs. the brain. Incredible poem. I really love this one. 🙂
I am back! Frank. 🙂 How have you been?
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Thanks, Charlie! I am glad you liked it. I’ve been fine and I hope you have been as well.
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You welcome.
It’s good to be back on WordPress after a long hiatus. 🙂 Your writing is always a enjoyable to read and such an influence you are. 🙂
Anyway, I posted something if you want to check out. 🙂
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I saw the Dada one which I enjoyed.
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There’s something to ponder here–both shadows and words are not what they represent, are they?
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I don’t know what I was trying to express anymore. What you say makes sense. Shadows and words miss a lot by their very natures, but we need them nonetheless. Thanks, Victoria!
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Words as mere shadows of reality, nice. I like the writing on the photo itself. It makes me think of somebody’s footsteps walking the trail.
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That was the first time I put words on a photograph. It was easier than I thought it would be. As I think about it now, words are a shadow or projection of reality. They will never completely capture reality. That might be what I was thinking of, but I am not sure anymore. Thanks!
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Love that this can mean something different to each reader
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It even means something different to me each time I look at it. 🙂 Thanks, Candy!
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Like the eternal truth…that something we all miss…maybe not all…if we could know!
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It is like the eternal truth missed in the shadows. Thank you, Sreeja!
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Post Cards from
DArk Shadows..
Places forget..
Shadow’s Post
left
Hanging..
days before..:)
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It was a postcard from dark shadows, so dark I forgot what I was trying to say. Thank you!
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🙂
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Uh uh.. what could this be? My curiosity sparks!
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Looking back, I think I was thinking that words are like shadows. They do say something about reality, but what is real is so much grander than they are. Like a shadow telling you something about the shape of reality, but not enough to be satisfied with it. One wants what is missing from the shadow.
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To me, the poem suggests some things about the relationship between words and the realities they refer to. Words are “silly shadows”. Silly shadows of the realities they refer to? I know words can sometimes distract us from reality — make “wonders disappear”. It seems possible to me you can read a lot into that poem. But even if you don’t, the words themselves, the images they evoke, are beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Frank!
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Thanks, Paul! Yesterday, I couldn’t make sense out of it, but today I think your interpretation is what I was trying to say. I should have written another stanza.
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Thank goodness there’s no law against re-writing your own work – even if it’s already published! :d
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Wow. Some more poem on ‘www.niimants3.wordpress.com
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Thank you!
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