It's Poetry Friday. Hosting is the Rogue Anthropologist, Kara Newhouse. Stop by Kara's blog for today's poetry links.
And stop by Two Writing Teachers also to read other posts this Friday, number 14 of 31 days!
We do have many sunny days in Colorado, but last Saturday was a day that offered a true taste of spring. It was in the seventies, and everyone was out, walking, jogging, bicycling in shorts and tees. It was that wonderful kind of day! So I went walking too, with my phone (my only camera), and in the late afternoon to see if I could catch some shadows. I started being interested in shadows because one blogger that I read joins a meme called ShadowShot Sunday. I don't participate, but I love to see Beverley's photos every Sunday! You can find one example here!
The first shadow is inside my house as the sun crosses to the opposite wall of the dining room; the last when the shadows become less distinct, the sun is leaving. My favorite is the one of the tree shadows on the back of my home.
And then I went walking through the internet looking for a shadow poem, thinking of the children's poem "My Shadow" by Robert Lewis Stevenson, which begins "I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me" found here. It's a lovely poem for children, and reminds me of the playing with shadows I do with my granddaughters.
And, I found this beautiful poem and hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Are They Shadows
by Samuel Daniel
Are they shadows that we see?
And can shadows pleasure give?
Pleasures only shadows be
Cast by bodies we conceive
And are made the things we deem
In those figures which they seem.
But these pleasures vanish fast
Which by shadows are expressed;
the rest is here!
Best wishes to all the March Madness Poets next week. I feel lucky to be one of the sixty-four, I think. Maybe youshould ask me that question of how I feel next Monday evening, when I receive my first word! Whatever it is, it's exciting!