Have you ever seen a man or woman without a shadow? Some people will arguably tell you yes but is it naturally true for someone not to possess or own shadow?
I have been made to believe that one’s shadow has something to do with the supernatural. Hence, a man who’s shadowless is either soulless or dead.
There are many wonders of nature especially that which is related to man. The awesome science behind a man’s shadow is amazing. One thing that sweeps me off my feet is that it takes just a considerable amount of light and darkness to cast a shadow.
Join this awe. Let us ride on a chariot of imagination with our words as propellers. I am Abuh Monday Eneojo. Welcome to Daily Wisdom Words Picture Writing Exercise.
- See picture
- Compose a poem inspired by picture
- Share with us
She wrote a letter
in the shadows
of exquisite dusk
with her clandestine tears
human mood
barely hidden
shows intent
you inhaled the view
of her sun weathered
loveliness
single out for ambient
naked identity
of strength
humour wrapped
in an ocean song
your best souvenir
Love the strength of your writing, dear Michelle… 😎
Melancholic Wine
Breathing your atmosphere
will we human today
embrace a pianoed lullaby
dance together like shadows.
My skies weep now
dreaming of your clouds
they say we never rained
waiting for a secret shore.
Sharing melancholic wine
we found us
Poetics our first kiss
she knew we’d want more.
Human values
Worthless, who cares
Humanity’s shadows of lives lost
Who cares
Can we survive
Keep the planet alive
Every type of storm
The reigns of blood
Created by politicians
The poor and the begging bowls
Starvation and malnutrition
Children’s bare bones
#dailywisdomwords
POEM BY KARL WOMACK
The poor begging and bleeding gashes from hands wrinkled with lack shadows humanity. We see and cast away sight because we have our shell to care for. Sometimes, we want to, just for that moment, forsake everything and help those that depends on our shadow for food but it comes just when we are verge of turning to selflessness.
What have become? Who made us this way? Why is the only road to comfort up? What is left of of those who can bear the rigorous steps to that cliff.
Hmmm…are we humans the marauding beast that African poet spoke of?