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Invitation to Poetry: Light & Shadow

Welcome to our 36th Poetry Party!

I select an image and suggest a theme/title and invite you to respond with your poems or other reflections. Add them in the comments section and a link to your blog (if you have one).  Make sure to check the comments for new poems added and I encourage you to leave encouraging comments for each other either here or at the poet’s own blog.

ADDED NOTE: Mister Linky is acting kind of funny and not loading properly and slowing down the loading of my blog, so for now we’re doing this the old-fashioned way and posting the poems and links in the comments section.  Thanks!

Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog if you have one and encourage others to come join the party! (permission is granted to reprint the image if a link is provided back to this post)

On Friday, June 5th, I will draw a name at random from those who participate and send the winner a signed copy of my book Lectio Divina: Contemplative Awakening & Awareness.

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The Poetry Party Theme: Light & Shadow

11shadow  by you.This week’s theme is in honor of my dear friend lucy with whom I co-facilitate a monthly supervision group using the expressive arts.  For our session last week she invited the participants to go on a little photographic journey exploring shadow and light. 

I decided to take some of the time to engage in the exercise myself. It was a brilliant day and so shadows abounded.  It was fascinating to follow each invitation to the next, noticing where my attention was being drawn. I took a lot of photos of shadows of various things (and I’ll post some of those later in the week) but the image to the right remains my favorite. My own shadow image holding my camera and a beautiful tree.  I continue to sit with what I notice about these two shadows in relationship to each other and the illuminated space between us. Summer shadows have a darker intensity and can reveal the shape of things.

In the brilliant light of days growing longer, what do we encounter in the shadows that may have been hidden to us before?  What do you discover in the interplay between shadow and light?  You can write your poem directly in response to the image, or allow it to be a jumping off point for your own musings on the theme.

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35 Responses

  1. In each of us are
    light and shadow
    hope and fear
    joy and pain

    We live as paradox
    holding in tension
    conflicting truths
    and opposing emotions

    What glue holds us
    keeps us from flying apart
    gives us strength in weakness
    and humility with our pride?

    What makes us whole
    instead of two halves
    brings us into the light
    paints us with joyous color?

  2. bonded

    i have seen you
    playing
    building castles
    in the sand then
    gleefully knocking
    them down.

    i have seen you
    laughing
    screaming at
    the sudden freeze
    of ice-cream toppling
    from its perch.

    i have seen you
    crying
    sobbing when
    a beloved has
    been hurt
    senselessly.

    i can never escape
    the light that
    radiates from
    you slicing
    through my
    darkness.

    i cannot run
    fast enough to
    be separated from
    the brilliance that
    reflects off of
    your joy.

    you are always there.

  3. Brief Encounter

    Seeing her
    cut me to the core like a razor
    to the wrist a one-second
    glance through lenses
    surrounded by black
    head to toe. And
    the elevator door closed.
    She disappeared.

    My heart stopped,
    seized by questions.
    What brought you here?
    to this mall, this capital
    of capitalism?
    What do you think
    of our half-clad women?
    Of our wars? And
    how will you eat?

    But there will
    be no conversation,
    no connection. Ever.

    I drove home weeping,
    my new, “crabapple”
    spring suit lying on
    the back seat
    from Macy’s.

    Martha Louise Harkness
    June 2, 2009

  4. Me, too

    Once
    I wrote a poem
    and then closed it up
    in a black bound notebook
    where it kept its silence
    for months or years.

    When the page fell open again
    the words rose up
    dancing before my eyes
    and I wondered about
    the mysterious creature
    who had written them.

    Who is she?
    Have I even begun
    to know her?

    She is the cool summer morning
    and the quiet autumn twilight
    that I wait longingly for
    but whose presence
    I will never command.

    And now I sit here
    in the still of the morning
    my sharpened yellow pencil
    beside the empty page

    tuning my ears
    to the sound of her voice
    so much wiser
    and more beautiful
    than my own.

  5. Grandmother’s admonishment:
    “No need to turn on the light, dear —
    Dusk is the most blessed part of the day.”

    ~ kigen

  6. Like many American males, if I had it to do all over again I’d give my soul to rock & roll.

    Shadow & Light

    Shadow and light, babe
    there’s a change in the weather
    Ain’t nothin’ on earth
    gonna keep us together

    Keep watchin’ the sky
    Don’t think of tomorrow
    That look in your eye
    tells me of your sorrow

    I can’t think of one thing
    that really has to be done
    I can’t think of one race
    that really has to be won

    Don’t know this country
    what’s that language they’re speakin’
    It’s getting dark now
    it’s the night come a-creepin’

    Quick, gimme your hand
    I’m taking a fast ride
    I see a light shining down
    And there’s no place I can hide

    The things that I’m leavin’
    it’s only you I’ll miss
    Come on and lean closer
    gimme one last kiss

    I can’t think of one thing
    that really had to be done
    I can’t think of one race
    that really had to be won.

  7. Light fell
    through the trees,
    catching me
    watching your shadow.

    This moment
    grasped by Eternity’s reach,
    a precious gift
    to share with friends.

  8. Monkheart, I love your words right from the title — “The Shadow Knows” evokes all kinds of wonder in me. What does the shadow know that I have yet to discover? And so I enter your poem with eagerness and the journey does not disappoint, you invite me in to sit with them without fear or judgment. Thank you Roy!

  9. The Shadow Knows

    Sit under the forbidden tree,
    And never mind the tempter.
    Gently close your eyes,
    And step into the world of shadows.

    Sit with them in peace,
    And listen with your heart.
    They will talk about being ignored,
    about being pushed aside,
    about being forgotten.

    They will say,
    ‘We bring you mercy and lovingkindness
    From the Good Shepherd.
    This is why we follow you around.’

    Sit and listen with your heart.
    They have much to say to you
    about your fear of shadows.
    Because you have much to learn
    about love.