She stalks behind me, this shadow
self; casts dark edges along the
bridges I cross, hide under, burn.
She learns my symmetry, synch

-ronizes her heartbeat to mine,
finds me even in the brightest
light, fights for space, stretches
long, boxes at my shaded song.

I have a little shadow, you see.
She’s fragile, flailing,
following, flowing,
falling. She’s me.


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9 Responses to Silhouette

  1. Simple. Beautiful. Sad. Perfect.

  2. Laurie Kolp says:

    So sweet, De.

  3. Kendall says:

    I like the line “She’s fragile, flailing” a lot. Very nice.

  4. Ahhh… what Mosk said, De. Nice job! (I wanna box her ears for ya!) :-]

  5. “She learns my symmetry,”

    I really love this, it feels super, “zen,” to me, De! Beautiful.

  6. KC says:

    Phew…I…well, I was gonna say I love it, but that’s not exactly right. I think what it truly is, is jealousy. I wish I had written that! *chuckles* I can already tell that you are going to be one of those poets that make me feel like just giving up and applying to Hallmark or something. ;p

    • whimsygizmo says:

      So kind of you to say, KC. I know that feeling well, which means your comment has all the more made my day. Heading over to your end of the world now, where I am certain you shall be proved wrong. 😉

  7. whimsygizmo says:

    Thanks so much, all.

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