Shadow Competition

At an Ekphrastic poetry group tonight I wrote this poem.

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A constant companion

hands to keys

my fingers type

and you follow me

doing a dance only

I can see, you flick

across a crowded screen.

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You know the words that

I will type but you must

follow me to get them all right.

we both know that coming in

2nd is to be your plight.

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My hands look distinctly

tired and old but you

in your blackness

always look bold

and unafraid of the

occasional mis-type

of word or prose.

You watch closely

always mocking me

wherever I go.

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My mind weaves tales

and my quick fingers

follow suit, and yes,

you're always there too,

there can be no dispute.

And when I am in thought

considering carefully my

words I'd next type, you

pause as well along with me

and as I type the present

you follow making it all history.

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Hurried fingers dance up

and down and left then right

always followed with echoes

of pure delight. Fast but not quite

keeping pace, my shadowy friend

can't quite surpass me in this race.

To create, to soar, to fly across

the keys to master a juxtaposition

with my same ease.

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Yes, you'll always trail behind me

following my every move, stroke

and click of the keys I press,

Alas, your delay will always make

you second best.

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Thanks for reading! - Sam