Playing With Shadows

My Shadow

My shadow.

My Shadow

My shadow is a blackened version of myself,

The dark to my light, the one dimension to my three,

Four, and five facial expressions.

My shadow does not speak to offer advice or an ear to listen,

Yet stands beside me and grows in summer like

The cherry blossoms outside of my home.

I want to play a game of switch with my shadow

When I am scared to creep out of bed in the morning and

When I am moved by the waves of regret.

The waves are not my friends,

They seek to hold me under water without air

While my shadow wrestles along with me,

The one dimension full of action but no words,

And though I envy the action, I can not seem to find the right words.

Ā© 2012 Christy Birmingham

 

This is christyb, do you ever muse about your shadow?

Advertisements

41 thoughts on “Playing With Shadows

  1. Heather

    Very powerful words Christy. No need to switch places with your shadow, you are an incredible woman stronger than any shadow, or any fear!

    Like

    Reply
  2. Jane Carroll

    I particularly enjoy watching my shadow when I’m riding my bike…now that you mention it…it does not seem to work as hard as I must…to get where I’m going…

    Thanks for a new perspective…

    Like

    Reply
  3. Julie Catherine

    Christy, this is awesome, I love it! I had quite a start when I saw the photo – it looks almost exactly like one I took of myself years ago, lol! (If I can ever find it, I’ll send it to you so you can see.) I love shadows – they don’t talk back, they stick by your side, and they’re color-blind! šŸ™‚

    Like

    Reply
    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Julie, thanks for the nice words about my poem! Oh dear, we really are connected aren’t we, we even take similar photos! I wish you lived closer so we could have fun in person šŸ™‚

      Like

      Reply
  4. mywithershins

    Lovely poem, Christy. I’ve always thought shadows were cool. When I was young, my great-aunt sent me ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses’ by Robert Louis Stevenson. He wrote a poem entitled ‘My Shadow’, too. šŸ™‚

    Like

    Reply
    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Oh yes Sue I do like the poetry of Robert Louis Stevenson. Perhaps I will feature one of his poems in an upcoming post. Shadows can be fun to play with and write about, I’m glad you liked the poem that occurred as a result of my musings!

      Like

      Reply
  5. Dana

    I like playing with my shadow when I’m out in a big, grassy field. I’m also comforted to see my shadow when I’m walking somewhere alone at night. It helps me feel less afraid, even though both my fears and the comfort I experience from my shadow are highly irrational. Oh, well! šŸ˜‰

    Like

    Reply
  6. granbee

    For me, ChristyB, this poem wrestling and being unable to converse with your shadow is a very appropriate metaphor for the “me” we do not understand and who refuses to cooperate with the lighted “me”. We do have altar-egos for sure. I love how you assign this identity to your “black shadow.”

    Like

    Reply
    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Yes I was trying to present the shadow as an alternate identity for me, one that I can assign characteristics and use as an escape. I like your analysis here granbee. Thanks for stopping by to read!

      Like

      Reply
  7. Pingback: More Sunshine | mywithershins

  8. Sue Dreamwalker

    Hi Christy, yes we all have our Shadows attached to us, And it only becomes visible in the Brightest of ‘Light’ which exposes it to us.. Always it walks with silently following our every move…
    Hope you have a Wonderful Easter My friend ~Sue xx

    Like

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s