I find shadows fascinating - replicas of reality but also distortions. The street lamp drew these branches on the garage door - an ephemeral piece of art to be viewed in the moment. Shadows can be pale replicas or larger than life.
As life casts shadows on us, we react in different ways, sometimes growing from it and sometimes letting the shadow grow larger than it merits, immobilizing us through our worry. Carl Sandburg said, “Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” So I shall try to make a poem of my life and dance with the shadows.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Day 79: Shadows
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Excellent reflection! Hope the shadow-dancing is a successful venture! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely analogies. Very nice story today.
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