Friday, April 8, 2011

April 8, 2011 "Poetry is life distilled." Gwendolyn Brooks


I see shadows in the dark

Leaping into flight.

They dance in my dreams

Kidnapping me at night.

Shadows lurk in corners,

And I hesitate to look.

They waver in other places,

Sometimes hiding in a nook.

Shadows try to stay

Like the mold in dampened pails.

It’s hard to make them disappear

Like the rust on rusty nails.

Shadows as I sleep remain

lingering in the dark,

But when I wake I break away

Escaping their dusky mark.


  1. What a great poem. It really resonates with me. May I share it with my students?

  2. to Storykeeper-of course-it may help them write about their dreams?


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