While My Shadow Slumbers
I'll have peace and quiet
I create puppets on the wall out of misshapen hands
by using the streetlight as a spot and the moon as a fill.
A flickering candle starts the dance and suddenly
creatures of the night appear vivid on the wallpaper.
These illusions cannot hurt me
they are here to comfort a restless imagination.
Ghostly projections bend with distortion
and as I breathe over the wick
they bow their heads in silence.
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While my shadow slumbers
I take walks in the midday sun
my silhouette shrinks and fades
only to wake when it wants its next meal
feeding on worries like a hungry ghost.
I use this time wisely knowing I don’t have long.
I jest with new friends, pick spring flowers
and point out the beauty in the everyday.
I kiss a girl under a strangler fig
and pretend it’s our treehouse.
Fairy-lights brighten the mundane
and like kookaburras we laugh without care
thinking about nothing other than the moment.
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While my shadow slumbers
I dance in the rain under crochet
peering through holes of a black and white blanket
as heavy drops of rain cool the humid air.
I see each one in full majestic beauty–
one molecule is infinitesimal
but together they keep the flowers watered
the birds bathed and quench an idle thirst.
I spin around and dance in a summer shower
apricate a rainbow and for a second
wish I was a painter who could
capture the delicate balance of the glistening leaves.
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While my shadow slumbers
I drink wine for the taste of it
appreciate its age and relish in its texture.
I wish I could share a glass with friends
or call them up to tell them that I care
and tell them that my darkness is asleep.
I would send them love and inspiration
and wish them all the best.
As the clouds pass, I create shapes in the sky
and watch wispy dragons blow the clouds away.
When the smoke dissipates, I see a black projection
but I ignore the thought – not today old friend.
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While my shadow slumbers
I’ll fold the deepest of sorrows into paper planes
and papers cranes and gift them out as tokens
origami mementos to reminisce on birds
never unfolded, only to be hung like a flock
to aid in the late-night performances of a restless soul.
I imagine they’re flying and imagine they’re free
and can finally rest as my heavy darkness sleeps.
If you put colored glass up to light it reflects that color.
I’ll be sure to remember that the next time I see my shadow
and tell him to look upon the brighter side of life.
The next time he is awoken from his hibernation
he won’t stay long, as I’ll be too amused to care.
About the Creator
Michael Redgen
While distracted by cats and coffee, Michael writes philosophical poetry to help sooth his restless soul. With a unique grasp of universal metaphor and imagery, he writes in depth diverse topics of life that are both personal and relatable.
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