To My Shadow
Several times a day
people ask me how I am doing
To which I reply
authentically
I’m living the human experience
Interested in life
Practicing gratitude
Fighting the fight
Battling the demons
(we are evenly matched)
I’m aware of the Shadow
Peter Pan tried to catch his
So elusive
Fleeting
Transient and
Tricky
IPSB showed me mine
in my dreams
storytelling
myth and art
Through my body
my Shadow speaks to me
So elusive
Fleeting
Transient
and Tricky
How do I sing a Shadow?
I can dance it
Can I hold you?
Would you let me?
The Shadow is the
Other Side of All Things
Those parts of me
I wish not to own
Doing those things
I wish not to do
That which is never satisfied
And wants to destroy
Do I credit my Shadow
with too much?
Or need to give you more tribute?
You demand respect
And find a way
To make your voice heard
[It seems like
I’ve written this before]
My poetry is easy
Words on a page
are simple to put down
but the feeling,
the presence
that got me here
is what I try to capture
or tap into
because I know it’s there
somewhere
and in the complexities
of my mind
I take detours and
complicate matters
until I’m thoroughly frustrated
and blocked
My poetry is easy
Flowing and raw,
unprocessed—
organic, you could say
no filters here
but they are just words
that I birth
with smooth labor
And if it’s easy,
am I really feeling it?
Really processing?
I want to move through
Go deep
Transform
Can words take me there?
Words are the first part of the picture
and must include also,
ironically,
a picture
music,
movement
I wrote in Metapoem
that I hear my heart
I paint my mind
I mold my soul
I dance on a page
with the words that build my poems
Words, you have been
faithful friends
and for this,
I thank you
As dear friends sometimes must part
I feel that we
must separate
to embark on another journey
in a different realm
And ah, my Shadow
I will make Thee a Friend
Chocolate is chocolate
Because there’s a vanilla
And even more so because
There’s a strawberry
The Shadow
wouldn’t exist
without the sun
But at sun’s peak
there is no shadow
The sun runs its course
like seasons and
even when clouds
obscure the view,
the sun is always there
The Shadow
wouldn’t exist
without the sun
But at sun’s peak
there is no shadow
The sun runs its course
like seasons and
even when clouds
obscure the view,
the sun is always there
8.26.2010
Several times a day
people ask me how I am doing
To which I reply
authentically
I’m living the human experience
Interested in life
Practicing gratitude
Fighting the fight
Battling the demons
(we are evenly matched)
I’m aware of the Shadow
Peter Pan tried to catch his
So elusive
Fleeting
Transient and
Tricky
IPSB showed me mine
in my dreams
storytelling
myth and art
Through my body
my Shadow speaks to me
So elusive
Fleeting
Transient
and Tricky
How do I sing a Shadow?
I can dance it
Can I hold you?
Would you let me?
The Shadow is the
Other Side of All Things
Those parts of me
I wish not to own
Doing those things
I wish not to do
That which is never satisfied
And wants to destroy
Do I credit my Shadow
with too much?
Or need to give you more tribute?
You demand respect
And find a way
To make your voice heard
[It seems like
I’ve written this before]
My poetry is easy
Words on a page
are simple to put down
but the feeling,
the presence
that got me here
is what I try to capture
or tap into
because I know it’s there
somewhere
and in the complexities
of my mind
I take detours and
complicate matters
until I’m thoroughly frustrated
and blocked
My poetry is easy
Flowing and raw,
unprocessed—
organic, you could say
no filters here
but they are just words
that I birth
with smooth labor
And if it’s easy,
am I really feeling it?
Really processing?
I want to move through
Go deep
Transform
Can words take me there?
Words are the first part of the picture
and must include also,
ironically,
a picture
music,
movement
I wrote in Metapoem
that I hear my heart
I paint my mind
I mold my soul
I dance on a page
with the words that build my poems
Words, you have been
faithful friends
and for this,
I thank you
As dear friends sometimes must part
I feel that we
must separate
to embark on another journey
in a different realm
And ah, my Shadow
I will make Thee a Friend
Chocolate is chocolate
Because there’s a vanilla
And even more so because
There’s a strawberry
The Shadow
wouldn’t exist
without the sun
But at sun’s peak
there is no shadow
The sun runs its course
like seasons and
even when clouds
obscure the view,
the sun is always there
The Shadow
wouldn’t exist
without the sun
But at sun’s peak
there is no shadow
The sun runs its course
like seasons and
even when clouds
obscure the view,
the sun is always there
8.26.2010
