Shadows

Another product of a creative writing workshop with Zee Zahava. I do love writing villanelles.

That day, the shadows possessed mass,
colors and forms and dimensions.
I knew these visions would not last.

They dwelt in leaves among the grass,
built dungeons for my inspection.
That day, the shadows possessed mass,

and I did not want them to pass
so quickly, without reflection;
I knew these visions could not last.

Tangible. I could almost grasp
them. I only lacked retention
that day the shadows possessed mass.

Inside, I watched from bed as
they formed ceiling decorations.
I knew these visions should not last.

They left slowly, becoming past,
becoming a recollection.
That day, the shadows possessed mass,
although those visions did not last.

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About CobraQuiz

A political writer.
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