Shadow Speak

Shadows stalk our conversations,
hovering between lines spoken.

Mother fears death and I,
sidestep darkness…

It’s delusional to believe
we can think ourselves well
or avoid pain by seeking only light

I chew on my words
not wanting to inflict harm –
have done enough of that over the years

Pray for peace to guide her passage
the reassurance of forgiveness
love unconditional

Times like this, language
is sorely lacking, we stumble
build sentences, capture moments

Tell ourselves it will be enough.
It won’t be in the end.
It never is.

(A found poem, borrowed from a previous post, July 2019, on One Woman’s Quest II. Submitted for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: peace. Image my own)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

37 thoughts on “Shadow Speak”

      1. Do u realize how deeply your words flow…. I am stunned… I am writing a play and with due respect I humbly ask for ur permission to borrow some lines…. I am so in love with ur work..

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      2. Thank you. Guess that comes with old age. If you can let me know what you are borrowing and give credit that would be appreciated. What’s your play about?


      3. Just want to borrow a line ….I am studying how to develop story from any pick up line ….it’s an assignment but of course if I pick a line from someone’s work it has to be with permission

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      4. It is on Facebook…but yes once it’s gone thru screening I will post it. If you are on Facebook We could connect and I would appreciate your insight on my work….ur writing inspires me and I am eager to learn from you

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  1. “It’s delusional to believe
    we can think ourselves well
    or avoid pain by seeking only light”

    Wow. The number of times I have sprouted these sentiments …

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