MORNING SHADOWS

Shadows behind my back,
they give human thrills of presence that I took my breath away. They all crowd to get my attention
and in the meantime they swallow my words.
Greedy,
marauders,
they play as if they were killer dolls.
They look for my pulsations,
vibrations,
lively feelings to make them crowns of thorns.
I open dull books and they immediately come out as actors from a distant past.
They want to sigh again,
whisper secret things to me,
make me forget the morning sun.
You swing big through the light,
but in the dark you disappear.
Follow every movement unable to resist,
silent and dark.
If you had the opportunity, how many things would you say? Muta, do your job,
accompanying me everywhere.
You are part of me even if elusive,
I have you but I don’t possess you.
I see you but you cannot do the same,
I would like to tell you many things but your ears would not perceive the sound of my voice.
Sometimes people can become shadows too,
you know?
People are afraid of the night. He is afraid of the dark. They believe that nothing can be seen in the dark. “Dark is dangerous: you never know what it can hide,” they say. But they don’t know that the darkness actually hides nothing. In the night the masks fall, the shadows vanish and only what it really is remains. I am afraid of the day, of the light. Because it makes you believe that you are safe, but you are surrounded by shadows, by masks worn out of fear, by repressed feelings, by hidden pains. How much strength does it take to look at the truth when it is not hiding?
We need light and its emanation, without it we do not exist, the shadows, even if so dark, prolong and outline the hidden part of being. Know how to choose your sun, so that your shadow is the brightest part of you. When the sky is gray the world becomes gray and you in it too. Yet, once you pass the clouds, you find yourself in the hidden world that you did not see from the window, you find yourself in front of an infinite white and soft ocean that acts as a separé from the real world. And thinking about this, you begin to look among those few glimpses that allow you to see beyond the clouds and, imagine flying, flying and flying, going higher and higher, beyond the roofs of the houses, above the lights of the city, and beyond above the clouds, and then begin to caress that hidden sky, which until the gray ocean appeared above your head, you didn’t even realize existed.

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. LAMarcom
    Sep 09, 2021 @ 01:14:47

    “I open dull books and they immediately come out as actors from a distant past.
    I am afraid of the day, of the light. Because it makes you believe that you are safe, but you are surrounded by shadows, by masks worn out of fear, by repressed feelings, by hidden pains. How much strength does it take to look at the truth when it is not hiding?

    as a separé from the real world.”

    ***
    Very nice use of: ‘separé’
    C’est très bon.
    Bravo!
    And I love listening to Pavarotti.
    Always.
    Never grow tired. Oh listening. Thanks for reminding me. Enjoyed to discover I am not the only one who incessantly drops in vids to accentuate….
    Great post.

    (P.S. I did respond to your proper chastisement, dress-down, comment on my “I was so pulling for Y’all” post—just for Clare—Uh—Don’t know any ‘Clare’s’–Clarification.)

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  2. LAMarcom
    Sep 09, 2021 @ 04:47:13

    Out on some limb.
    Here is how I roll, newly Found Friend:
    You show me yours; I show you mine.
    Tits for tats (that is an expression! Nothing more!)
    “Tit for tat.”
    I plan to spend a lot of quality time here, reading you.
    And, I suppose you have already spent some serious time, reading me.
    Not certain.
    Just hoping.
    It is easy to ‘like’ without actually reading.
    If you have figured out by now, me, I never ‘like’ without leaving a little ‘something’ in my wake.
    Whatever.
    My point, and I do have one, is just this:
    I invite you to read my last (it is completely steeeeem of unconfines/unconcienciousness — and I cannot spel and spel – chek is not helping me now. I do hope you catch my drift.
    Moving on….
    Please read this.
    And if you don’t listen to the Joni clip, well, it all falls apart right there….

    There is only one woman I know who will get the joke. And she is far too much a lady to call me out.

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    • Fairy Queen
      Sep 09, 2021 @ 21:35:01

      Sure I read everything but sometime I simply don’t understand because Google Translator is not perfect. I’m from Italy and poetry is more difficultvto underdtsnd then othrr text in English language. So if I put only a like and don’t write a comment is because I didn’t understand something that you’ve written. I don’t put only like without reading. Sorry if you had this impression of me. I’m not a superficial woman. Moreover there are times that I read and maybe I ha my dog that calls me and I go out and don’t have the time to write. That’s an example. Ifyou read my post you can see that few people write comments but I never complain about it because they can have some reasons for not doing that. So try to understand my problem please. 😉

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  3. LAMarcom
    Sep 09, 2021 @ 21:43:40

    I sincerely apologize. I thought you were from Toledo.
    Your English far exceeds my Italian.
    I am sorry.
    Was just being stupid and ignorant, me was.
    Please forgive me.
    Really.
    I feel like a complete ass now.
    Your blog is well-written and entertaining.
    I enjoy my time spent here.

    Reply

  4. LAMarcom
    Sep 10, 2021 @ 18:43:04

    I was joking. I don’t care from where you are ‘from.’

    Reply

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