Sitting in a Shadow

 

Sitting in the sunset,

thinking of those already gone

I like being alone.

with all the brilliant colors there to own,

like oils on a pallet

            waiting for me to use

                       to paint

                              the world and all its meaning

  in infinite variations of blue.

 

My heart is still beating

So there has to be hope

Somewhere on this side of Paradise

In the act of dim light becoming night,

A black and white world wipes away the traces

      of every imperfection.

There’s a happy ending for everyone

as they slip away,

                 two by two,

leaving me here,

sitting in shadows.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

The other has been walking toward you since before the days were counted...all you ever had to do was be worthy... How do I know this? Oh, very nice poem...Ed

[Emily B]

There is a certain slant of light, Dickinson said, sometimes it is enough to be sitting in the shadows.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Aw, well, don't be a wallflower, let's dance! This was very beautiful, I could read your poetry all day long and never tire of it, you have so much talent. I bow to your eloquence. Just don't get the bighead, lol