If my shadow had stories it could tell
Would it unmask me as frail?
Or perhaps it would speak in prose
About my ability to metamorphose
With my hands I make the birds
My shadow sees –

Or it would it have an identity problem
Sometimes there’s one there’s two there’s three
But the shadows know not it’s just me
Do they even know what I look like?
Sometimes I’m tall and then a tike
And so my shadow twists and changes
From a wide variety and a spectrum of ranges
Of fades of shadows, and differing size
It hides my identity from passersby

But today is dark and will not show
Where did my shadow go?
Perhaps it went on to regale
With the other shadows that go unseen
They conjoin and become one being.

© Luis Valencia


About luisydomonique

Poetry Year Long Project between Luis Valencia and the Brilliant, Beautiful, and Vivace Domonique Celeste Alcaraz.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s